Little Brother’s Back!

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’m having a hard time containing my excitement, man. Seriously, Little Brother is one of my favorite groups ever, fam. Like, EVER, bruh! If I’m being honest, PhonteRapper Big Pooh and 9th Wonder completely changed the way I thought music could be made. With that being said, even without 9th’s production, I’m fucking HYPED that they dropped a new album, brethren!

Ok, before I continue, let me take a trip down memory lane. Now, I started rapping when I was 15 years old. Back then, all of my lyrics were littered with copious amounts of Bronx shenanigans. Real talk, some of the tomfoolery I rapped about where things I’ve done. However, a lot of it was just fuckery that I saw around my neighborhood. Basically, I embodied my entire block, regardless of whether or not it was my individual story.

Fast forward to 2003, my life changed, son. Now, in February of that year, Little Brother dropped their debut album, The Listening. As a 17-year-old dude, I was blown away by the record, man. Frankly, I didn’t know a rapper could rhyme about shit like that, fam. I didn’t know that a rapper could speak about the everyday struggle of hating a job, paying child support or shitting on poetry slams. Keeping it a buck, a lot of Rap music only embraced the “gangsta” aesthetic. So, it wasn’t until Little Brother, and later Kanye West, that I realized an artist could wholly live their truth, bruh.

Now, as many fans know by now, the group went through a lot of upheaval over the years. They dropped two more albums (sans 9th Wonder), beefed publicly and then went on with their respective careers. Side note, I’m not the biggest fan of their Leftback album, but Getback was fucking great, son. I don’t give a fuck what anyone says, man. In any case, I never thought they would ever release more music as a collective, fam. Thankfully, I was over-fucking-joyed to listen to their new May the Lord Watch album.

Look, to be clear, 9th isn’t on the album. Yeah, it’s disappointing, but honestly, the project is fucking great without him, bruh. First, Phonte and Pooh recruited producers like Khrysis and Nottz, who are both part of 9th’s Jamla Records and his Soul Council production team. In addition, the group got producers like Focus… and Black Milk to keep their distinctive sound alive, son. The point is, this project is cohesive as shit and the skits are fucking hilarious, man. Like, they brought back a bunch of themes from their The Minstrel Show album, such as Joe Scudda in blackface, Percy Miracles and Roy Lee. All in all, this shit is gold for a diehard fan like me, fam.

In the end, I could keep on going, bruh. But, everyone should just go listen to the album, son. Ultimately, I couldn’t have asked for a better project from them, man. By and by, it would’ve been great to have 9th on the record, but I don’t think it takes away from the music, fam. Also, I’m pretty sure 9th was busy finishing up Rapsody‘s Eve album. At the end of the day, this album just put a new battery in my back, bruh. Hell, I feel like making a new song right now, people. That is all. LC out.

P.S. If anyone doubts my Little Brother fandom, just take a listen to “The World Is Mine” on my The Charlemagne Renaissance album. Fam, I literally have lyrics that say “I’m just tryna navigate through a cold game, and sell a mil as Phonte with a gold chain.” The point is, I fucking love these dudes, son! Good day.

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Joe Budden Can Still Rap His A*s Off!

Ok, ok, ok, let’s get all of the common Joe Budden narratives out of the way, son. He’s irrelevant, he’s a one-hit wonder, he’s a crackhead and he’s a woman beater who only dates video models. Did I nail all of the social media digs against him? Ok, good. Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I must say, I’ve always been a Joe Budden fan. I know, I know, people think I’m in the minority here. However; if folks would get past the words of Twitter and Instagram trolls, they’d realize something easily noticeable: that man can rap his ass off. With that being said, his new album, Rage & The Machine, is exactly what I wanted to hear from this dude.

Now, when I say I’ve always been a Joe Budden fan, I should probably provide some context. I started peeping his skill back when he used to rhyme with Fabolous and Paul Cain on DJ Clue mixtapes. As a matter of fact, it was this particular freestyle that made me a fan. When homie said “I get around, like to travel, like to move my pivot,” I was sold, son. I mean, I’m an East Coast dude, man. We’re all about the punchlines, something that’s painfully missing from Rap right now. In any case, after hearing all of the freestyles, hearing “Focus,” and ultimately, “Pump It Up,” I had to buy his debut album. That’s right, I purchased his debut album, son. Big whoop, wanna fight about it? Moving on, on that album, I used to rock out a lot to “Pusha Man” and wax poetically with my bro Fabian about the virtues of “10 Mins.

So, before I bore everyone out there about my unceasing fandom, it’s safe to say, I’ve been there for the entire ride. I’ve been there for his shelved second album, The Growth. I’ve been there for the Mood Muzik mixtape series. I’ve been there for the Slaughterhouse lyrical exercises. Simply put, I’ve been there, man. However; as much as I enjoy the “emo” records he’s known for these days, he seemed to forget about being the punchline juggernaut he came into the game as. With that being said, Rage & The Machine came along at the right time. With araabMUZIK cooking up nothing but heat on production, the original Joey is back. Needless to say, I’ve been running this album back a lot since it came out on Friday. As of right now, my favorite track on the album is “Idols.” I mean, they flipped a Tevin Campbell sample, son. Tevin Campbell, bro… Exactly.

All in all, people can say whatever they want to, man. I have no problems with giving an artist their just due. While I can’t forgive Joe for his fuckery on Love & Hip Hop and have a few questions about his checkered history with women, I’m still a fan of his lyrics. At least that part of him is infallible, son. Good day.

P.S. Drake took a shot at Kid Cudi while he’s in rehab, but ain’t want no static with Joe. Sucker shit, son. I’m out.