I Understand Gucci Mane

So, it actually happened, son. Somehow, Swizz Beatz and Timbaland convinced Jeezy and Gucci Mane to appear on Verzuz. Somehow, two (formerly?) mortal enemies occupied the same space for a “celebration of music.” All in all, I’m not really here to review the battle, son. To me, the winner is in the eye of the beholder. I mean, if someone values chart hits, then Jeezy was the winner. If someone values hood classics, then Gucci was the winner. In any case, I’m actually here to discuss the tension in the room. All I can say is, I understand Gucci Mane.

Ok, for those who missed it, the battle between Jeezy and Gucci set all kinds of Instagram records. From what I understand, this was far and away the most watched Live on the platform. Anyway, during the show, it was VERY clear that Gucci had a different type of energy than Jeezy. Shit, while Jeezy was being a reserved and dignified veteran, Gucci wanted ALL of the smoke, man. Because of this, social media was split over Gucci’s behavior. While half of the internet praised Jeezy and ridiculed Gucci for being “childish,” the other half understood where Gucci was coming from.

Real talk, I see both sides, fam. On one hand, I’m all for Black men in America promoting peace and ownership. The way I see it, these ideals are especially important in our current climate. With that being said, I’m not down for any violence amongst ourselves. Now, on the other hand, I definitely empathize with Gucci. Like, what would people do if they had to stand in a room with someone who potentially put their life in danger? Hell, people argue in comment sections all day but expect Gucci to act like Gandhi? Nah, bruh.

Now, for those who aren’t familiar with their history, let me explain. Basically, the beef between Jeezy and Gucci was VERY real in the mid-2000s. So, after squabbling over royalties from their song “Icy,” both artists took a lot of verbal shots at each other. This included Jeezy putting a $10,000 bounty on Gucci’s chain in his song “Stay Strapped.” From there, Pookie Loc, a homie of Jeezy, and three other men setup Gucci at a stripper’s house and tried to rob him. During the altercation, Gucci grabbed Pookie’s gun and killed him in self-defense. Moving on, to make a long story short, Gucci’s beef with Jeezy almost cost him his life.

With all of that being said, I absolutely understand why Gucci would still have hostility towards Jeezy. Keeping it a buck, I’m not even sure that I’d be level-headed enough to do the show. So, I honestly believe that Gucci deserves credit for even participating. On the real, if a dude was involved in a plot against me, then he can eat a couple of verbal insults.

In the end, I’m just glad that there was no violence. Like I said before, those type of shenanigans aren’t needed in this climate. Ultimately, outside of the tension, the show was a moment for Atlanta and a moment for Hip-Hop. By and by, I fucks with both of their discographies, bruh. At the end of the day, let’s applaud them while they’re here. Now, excuse me while I go play Jeezy’s “Do The Damn Thang.” That is all. LC out.

Randi B. & LC: The Presidential Election, Eva Longoria, Jeezy & Gucci Mane

What’s good, brethren? On this episode, Randi B. and I were back on Facebook Live talking about the presidential election, Eva Longoria, Jeezy and Gucci Mane. It evolved into a conversation that included a variety of other topics. Check it out on YouTube below. Let’s go!

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.