I Bangs With This 070 Shake Album

So, despite rarely keeping my promise, I’m going to try and keep this post short today. Basically, I just want to give a quick shout-out to 070 Shake for this Modus Vivendi album, son. Real talk, her project has been on repeat since it dropped last week, man. The fact is, her tone is dope, her lyrics are dope and the beats are ridiculous. With that being said, I’d advise anyone reading this to give the album a listen, fam.

Ok, before I get to my favorite songs, I just want to give a public service announcement to all of the music press out there. Listen, 070 Shake is not a rapper, bruh. Keeping it a buck, I’m thoroughly confused as to why she’s categorized as Hip-Hop, son. Look, I don’t care about her aesthetic and I don’t care about who she associates with. The way I see it, Modus Vivendi is a Pop album, man. Now, does her sound have elements of Hip-Hop in it? Of course it does. Then again, what songs don’t these days? All I know is, this is the same feeling I had/have about Post Malone, fam. Frankly, both of these artists are singers and that’s perfectly fine. I dig them for what they actually do, brethren.

In the end, let’s just get to the music, son. By and by, below are a couple of the songs that I’m vibing to the most, man. At the end of the day, albums like this get me HYPED, fam. So, big-ups to Shake, Dave Hamelin, Sean Solymar, Mike Dean and the rest of the team for making a dope ass project, bruh. That is all. LC out.

This Is The Pusha T That I Want To Hear

Look, this post is going to be short today, son. On the real, not a lot needs to be said here, man. I mean, there’s a new Pusha T album, fam! Shit, that’s all a dude like me needs to know, bruh! Furthermore, since this is a Kanye West-produced affair, I’m having a hard time controlling my excitement, people. All in all, Pusha’s new Daytona album is EXACTLY what I want from this duo, folks. Real talk, the record is seven songs of that raw shit, people, pun intended.

Ok, before I continue, let me address the elephant in the room, son. So, the album cover for Daytona is fucking wild, man. Now, for those who are unaware, the artwork (seen above) is a picture of Whitney Houston‘s drug-filled bathroom. Look, I’ve been listening to Push push cocaine on records since 1999, fam. With that being said, even I think the album cover is a little distasteful, bruh. For God‘s sake, that woman actually died from her inability to kick a drug habit. Anyway, it would be easy to just blame Kanye for calling this last minute audible, but Pusha went along with it, people. All I know is, it’s a foul move on both of their parts, brethren.

Moving on, let’s get to the music, son. First, it must be said that I’ve never heard Pusha spit a wack verse, man. So, I was never worried about whether he’d bring the heat or not, fam. Frankly, I was more interested in how the beats would sound, bruh. Listen, since the My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy days, Kanye developed a habit of using like ten producers on every cotdamn song. Gone were the days when he was just chopping vinyl and dropping bars, folks. Anyway, when I heard that he was back on his sampling shit, I wanted to hear how 2018 Ye would sound. Needless to say, he doesn’t disappoint here, people. He’s able to keep the essence of his vintage days AND incorporate some of today’s production techniques.

In the end, what else is there to say, son? Ultimately, the album is hard as fuck, man! So, everyone needs to do themselves a favor and listen to this joint at ignorant levels, fam. By and by, I’m just looking out for everybody’s best interests, bruh. That is all. LC out. EGHCK!

Who Pissed In Kid Cudi’s Cereal?

Man, what would Twitter be if it wasn’t a venue for celebrities to lose their shit in a barrage of 140 characters? Honestly, ain’t that the best part of following public figures on social media, son? With that being said, I’d like to thank Kid Cudi for throwing all types of shots at Kanye West and Drake yesterday. While I’m not sure who rubbed their nuts on Cudi’s Corn Flakes, I’m absolutely here for the show, bro. Now, let’s get to it.

Now, I have to be honest, son, I don’t know where to start with this story. This is mainly because it has so many layers and they’re all hilarious. So, apparently, Cudi stubbed his toe on a staircase bannister and then decided to fire off some tweets. At first, Cudi spoke in generalizations about artists who consider themselves Top 5 despite having “30 people” write for them. He continued to wax poetically about how the “fake ones” won’t last and he even used my favorite word in the universe: fuckery. Now, even though he shouted out artists like A$AP Rocky and Travis Scott, he made it perfectly clear his derision was aimed at Kanye and Drake.

While I have no idea what these two dudes did to Cudi, he firmly declared the notion that neither one of them care about him. In his mind, they only needed him when he had something to offer them. Furthermore, he believes they only kept him close because of how “powerful” he is. Look, it sounds like a bunch of BFF beef to me, but I can’t fault a man for feeling the way he feels. However; that doesn’t mean I can’t laugh at how emotional these tweets are, bro. I mean, let’s be real, Cudi did the same thing on Twitter that Kanye does on a regular basis. At this point, Kanye is Regal Ruler of Random Ranting and Rambling. No wonder him and Cudi were friends for so long, son.

With all of that being said, there was NO way word was going to get back to Kanye without a response. During his Saint Pablo tour stop in Tampa, Yeezy decided to respond to his former protégé. After a flurry of comments like “I birthed you” and “don’t never mention Ye name,” Kanye expressed being hurt because he was the first one to be called names for wearing skinny jeans. Ok, he didn’t necessarily say that was the only reason he was upset, but c’mon son, he literally brought up wearing skinny jeans first. So, a former mentee airs him out and that’s one of the first things that comes to his mind? I swear, Kanye is one of the funniest human beings on the planet, son. Any man that can mention skinny jeans and Malcolm X is adjoining sentences is a genius, bro.

In the end, can’t we all just get along, man? Look, I’ll give Cudi his credit, son. While I’m not his biggest fan, I’m well aware of the wave he started. He was a driving force behind Kanye’s 808s & Heartbreak, which essentially created Drake’s whole aesthetic. So, yeah, his influence can’t be denied. However; I don’t see how this ends well for him. I mean, regardless of what Cudi puts out musically, I doubt it can harm the reign of Drake and Kanye. In case he forgot, they’re the two biggest rappers on the planet. And no, this isn’t up for debate, son. They just are. It is what it is, bro. Good day.

P.S. I know Drake responded to Cudi too, but I can’t help but shoulder shrug, son. Once again, he takes shots onstage, but he probably ain’t got no bars for Cudi. Until then, miss me with the jokes. I’m out.

Why The Hell Do I Like Desiigner’s “Timmy Turner”?


To be honest, I got so much heaviness off my heart last week that frankly, I don’t want to talk about anything overtly serious today. Then again, with all of the fuckety-fuck shit going on in the world right now, I’m positive I’ll need to put my cape back on and save the planet from itself in the very near future. With that being said, today’s post was inspired by my fiancée. She overheard me singing Desiigner‘s “Timmy Turner” and she flatly asked me why I liked that song. After about five seconds of straight silence, I legit didn’t have an answer for her. So, today, I’m going to try and figure this out. Why on Earth do I like that God-forsaken song?

Now, for anyone who follows me on Instagram (@icantbefamous), I’m sure you’re familiar with a video rant I had a few weeks back about Desiigner’s New English mixtape. As a musician and sincere music fan, I try to stay abreast on any artist pushing the needle of the culture. However; by taking this approach to life, I’ve listened to my fair share of pure basura. After listening to Desiigner’s mixtape, I wanted to kick puppies off of bridges, have someone shoot a BB gun at my nuts and do a backflip into a piranha tank. Bruh, that was 30 odd minutes of some of the worst shit I’ve ever heard in my entire life. Most of the songs were under 3 minutes long and rarely consisted of more than a repeated chorus and maaaaaybe some semblance of a verse. Frankly, I was shocked a label of the pedigree of GOOD Music would release something of this caliber, or lack thereof. Fast forward a couple of weeks, the full version of “Timmy Turner” came out and I completely forgot what I was talking about.

If I’m going to be real, every single criticism I had for Desiigner’s mixtape is still in full effect on “Timmy Turner.” I still have no idea what the fuck that dude is talking about and the song is still basically nothing more than a chorus. However; for reasons unbeknownst to me, it all works on this song. With that being said, I still have so many damn questions, son. Why the hell is this song about a Fairly OddParents character? Why the hell does Timmy need a burner to kill everybody walking? What the hell does a “fine bitch” and BET have to do with anything? Seriously, what the hell is this song even about? I’ve already lost track of how many times I’ve said “hell” in this post, son. I’m so confused and I literally have no explanation for any of this, man. I sincerely need someone to help me make sense of all of this.

Since I’m not a hypocrite, I’ll admit I’ve been a fan of this song ever since it came out as a XXL Magazine Freshman Freestyle. Side bar, since when did a freestyle simply become nothing more than reciting the chorus of an unreleased song? Does everyone out there see what I mean? There’s absolutely no reason why I should like this song. In any case, you mix Desiigner’s dumbfounding weirdness with a melodic masterpiece of an instrumental by the legendary Mike Dean and you’ve got me, hook, line and sinker. Being someone who hated “Panda” and his aforementioned mixtape, it’s unbelievable I would like anything this guy released as much as I like this song.

In the end, I don’t think I’ve accomplished anything with this post. I’m still not sure why I jam out to this track. As I’m writing this, my fiancée is giving me the “what the fuck is wrong with you” look. Ultimately, who cares, though? Someone just tell Timmy Turner to keep it cool. Everybody walking doesn’t need to die. Now, before I go, if anyone reading this likes this song too, can you explain to me why? I’d legit like to know. Good day, folks.