Nah, Usher, We’re Good

So, before anyone out there thinks I’m hating, let me make one thing clear: I’m a big Usher fan, son. I mean, if we’re being real here, he has one of the strongest discographies in R&B history, man. Listen, any artist who goes from My Way to 8701 to Confessions should never be disrespected, fam. Hell, I even think Here I Stand is criminally underrated, bruh. Honestly, the title track alone is worth the price of admission, folks. With all of that being said, this new album ain’t it, people. All in all, Trap Usher needs to get the fuckity-fuck outta here, brethren.

Ok, for those who missed it, Usher just dropped a surprise album on Friday. Moving on, not only did his “A” album come out of nowhere, but it also features only one producer: Zaytoven. Now, for anybody who’s unfamiliar with Zaytoven, let me explain it like this: pick any Gucci Mane or Future jam from the past 10 years and there’s a good chance that Zaytoven did it. Hell, he’s a staple in the Atlanta music scene, son. In any case, he solely handles the boards on Usher’s latest effort.

To be clear, my issue with this album is not Zaytoven’s production. Hell, the beats sound exactly the way I would expect them to, man. Real talk, my problem is Usher, fam. Listen, in 2018, I’m not trying to hear Trap Usher. I’m not trying to hear Strip Club Usher. I’m not trying to hear Turn Up Usher. Look, does everyone see where I’m going with this? On the real, Usher is too damn grown to be singing about childish subjects, bruh. Like, he’s a legend, people. He shouldn’t feel the need to chase trends. Keeping it a buck, that’s why his last few projects haven’t been hitting. He’s more concerned with keeping up with the times than simply being himself.

In the end, no thanks, Usher. Ultimately, the minute he gets back with Jermaine Dupri and Bryan-Michael Cox, I’ll be back onboard, son. Fam, did Usher hear Cox’s work on Ella Mai‘s “Dangerous?” *Sigh* That could’ve been an Usher joint, man. Anyway, the point is, I want Usher to sound like Usher, bruh. I don’t want him to sound like 6lack. Side note, I’m a 6lack fan, so don’t take that as a diss. Anyway, I’m not here for the “A” album. That’s all I have to say, folks. That is all. LC out.

Remy Ma BODIED Nicki Minaj!

All jokes aside, I’m not even sure what to write here, son. Remy Ma just put her entire foot, ankle, shin and thigh in Nicki Minaj‘s ass, bro. While I believe these women have been throwing jabs at each other for a minute, Remy said “fuck the subliminals” and launched a nuke at Nicki. With that being said, Remy’s “ShEther” is fucking brutal, man. Nothing and no one was spared, son. So, me being me, of COURSE I have to dissect every nook and cranny of this conflict! Let’s do it!

Now, before I continue, I’d like to make a public service announcement. To all of the Nicki Minaj fans out there: money and success don’t mean shit right now. This is Rap music and it’s about lyrics. It’s about bars, son. Tour revenue and record sales don’t have shit to do with being a great rapper. If it did, MC Hammer would be the G.O.A.T. Hammer’s first three albums alone sold 15 million copies. Shit, Please Hammer, Don’t Hurt ‘Em sold 10 million of those copies by itself. I mean, who wasn’t singing “U Can’t Touch This,” man? In any case, a rapper’s lyrical supremacy can’t be judged by how many records they sell. It’s wholly irrelevant. Therefore, if that’s the argument for Nicki, then she already lost this battle.

Moving on, the timeline of the conflict between Remy and Nicki is interesting. Since Remy got out of prison, everyone assumed her post-incarceration bars were going at Nicki. Side note, did y’all peep the “post-incarceration bars” pun? Man, I crack myself the fuck up, son. Anyway, whether it was a random freestyle or her verse on the remix to PHresher‘s “Wait A Minute,” everyone believed she was coming at Nicki’s neck. Well, I guess we can add Nicki to that faction. Despite Remy’s claims that she never uttered a word about her, Nicki still clapped back in her verse on Gucci Mane‘s “Make Love.”

While flowing on Gucci’s song, Nicki essentially reiterated all of the shit I said didn’t matter in the second paragraph. In her eyes, in order to be the “queen of Rap,” an artist needs to sell records and have plaques. Now, listen, I’m actually a longtime Nicki fan, but I thought this verse was trash even before Remy responded. I swear, record sales always end up being an artist’s downfall. They’re always their best when they’re hungry. Then, they get some success and forget what made them great in the first place. Shit, we’re seeing this right now with Drake, but I’ll save that for another post.

So, Remy clearly heard the shots Nicki threw her way and decided to UNLEASH! Listen, “ShEther” encompasses about every brand of disrespect imaginable. She accused Nicki of fucking Drake, Gucci, Lil Wayne, Trey Songz and Ebro Darden from Hot 97. She claimed that Nicki couldn’t fuck Meek Mill for three months because her ass implants popped. She ridiculed Nicki for supporting her brother, a 37-year-old grown ass man who’s accused of raping a 12-year-old girl. I mean, it goes on and on, son. Napalm blast after napalm blast, bro. Seven minutes of pure, unadulterated pain.

At this point, Nicki HAS to respond, man! There’s no way she can take the Jay Z approach and just let that shit slide. I mean, social media has been ON FIRE all weekend, son! Platinum plaques can’t save her when her name is being dragged for filth. This is Rap music, bro. The gloves are off and it’s time to roll around in the mud. All I can say is, as harsh as “ShEther” was, I wouldn’t be surprised if Nicki threw a miscarriage punchline at Remy. Yeah, the battle has already gotten that ugly, son. Ultimately, as long as it stays on wax, I just want these two women to rap.

In the end, battling is alive and well, man! Let’s get these bars off, son! Rap is a contact sport, bro. As Nas said, the best are supposed to clash at the top. Let’s get it! LC out.

P.S. While this post was written from a completely objective perspective, I’d be remiss if I didn’t put one in the air for the Bronx. Stand the fuck up, son! That is all.

P.P.S. I’ve heard a few people say that a diss track can’t be effective if everything isn’t 100% fact. If that were truly the case, no one would ever say “Ether” was better than “Takeover.” Jay accurately broke down Nas’ entire life, son. In the end, just enjoy the show, son. Ok, bye.