I’m Not Hyped To Hear Eminem’s Album

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’m a diehard Eminem fan who hasn’t liked much of his music since the early 2000s. Now, that might not make sense to the ordinary person, but I was legit Stan when he dropped his first four albums (pun intended). In any case, from Encore onward, I just haven’t fucked with much of his material, man. With that being said, I’m not particularly hyped to listen to his surprise album, fam.

Ok, for those who missed it, Marshall Mathers is back in the game, bruh. Now, unbeknownst to the public, Em was working on a new album. Anyway, Music to Be Murdered By just touched the streets this morning. All I can say is, I don’t know what to expect from these tracks, son. At this point, Em has more bad albums than good albums, man. I mean, Infinite, The Slim Shady LP, The Marshall Mathers LP and The Eminem Show will ALWAYS be untouchable, fam. However, most of his albums after that have been hit-or-miss, people. Like, he still has his moments, especially on Kamikaze, but for the most part, the records are bad, brethren.

Now, to be clear, Eminem’s rapping prowess should never be called into question. Keeping it a buck, his punchlines may be outdated sometimes, but his technical ability to rhyme words is unmatched, son. But, there’s more to music than just bars, man. In his prime, Em made really enjoyable, and very problematic, hits. These days, not so much, fam. The way I see it, all of his tracks end up being an exercise in how well he can write lyrics. That, coupled with overused subject matter, makes for a boring listen, bruh. So, I’m basically expecting the same from this new album, folks.

In the end, I’ll still give the album a chance, son. Ultimately, I’m not one to just judge music without a real reference point. By and by, maybe he’ll surprise me and put out some fire, man. Then again, I’m not getting my hopes up, fam. At the end of the day, only time will tell, bruh. All in all, I’ll get back to everyone about it. That is all. LC out.

Roddy Ricch Got Justin Bieber Looking Goofy

So, before I even begin, let me just say that “The Box” by Roddy Ricch is my SHIT, son. I mean, from the Justin Timberlake/Ciara sample to the “eee ooo” to the idea of Cash App‘ing a chick for soul removal, the entire record works, man. With that being said, I’m super glad that Roddy kept Justin Bieber from going #1, fam. All in all, the goofy shit has to stop, bruh.

Ok, for those who missed it, Bieber also released some new music. Now, after a temporary break, Bieber came back to the scene with this “Yummy” record. From there, he gave his fans a bunch of instructions on how to make the song go #1 on the Billboard Hot 100. Hell, fans had to download some shit, let it play all night, sacrifice a chicken AND solve for X, son. The point is, there was NOTHING organic about how Bieber was trying to play the game, man.

Now, to be fair, Bieber didn’t invent this strategy, fam. Shit, for a few albums now, I’ve seen Chris Brown do the same thing, bruh. However, I thought it was doofy when he did it too. Like, I understand that this is the music business and it’s a numbers-driven racket, but c’mon son. Real talk, if the record is that dope, the fans will flock to it, brethren. I mean, that’s EXACTLY what happened with Roddy Ricch. WE loved the record and that’s why it’s a hit right now, folks. Frankly, it’s hilarious that Bieber did all of this work just to come in second, people.

The fact of the matter is, Roddy put out a better song and the masses championed it. Side note, I’m 34 years old and had my first taste of vagina in 1997. All I know is, I’ve NEVER called it “that yummy.” Who the fuck did Bieber make that song for, son? People who’ve never had box themselves (pun intended)? Anyway, I appreciated the fact that Roddy shaded Bieber by telling fans to go stream “Yummy.” The fact is, Bieber was CLEARLY salty that his algorithm of steps didn’t work, man.

In the end, I wouldn’t be sad if I never heard “Yummy” again. But, I’m legitimately playing “The Box” as I write this, fam. Ultimately, the fans beat the algorithm, bruh. By and by, Bieber should just worry about making a better song and not trying to outsmart the system. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Despite the tone of this post, I actually fucks with some of Bieber’s music, son. On the real, both Journals and Purpose have bangers on them. Keeping it a buck, “Yummy” just wasn’t it, man. It happens, fam. Just go back to the drawing board and come out with some heat, bruh. Good day.

I Understand Will Smith’s Beef With Tupac

So, to cut to the chase, I understand Will Smith, son. I mean, if my wife was as close to another dude as Jada Pinkett Smith was to Tupac Shakur, I’d have a couple of eyebrows raised too. With that being said, it was pretty dope for Smith to show that level of transparency, man. All in all, I wonder how everyone else would REALLY react if they were in his shoes. The way I see it, I feel like a lot of people would’ve wanted to engage in some fisticuffs, fam.

Ok, for those who missed it, Smith and Martin Lawrence are currently doing a press run for their new movie, Bad Boys for Life. Now, during a sit-down with Power 105.1‘s The Breakfast Club, Charlamagne Tha God asked Smith about his wife’s relationship with Shakur. To be more specific, he asked Smith if he was ever jealous of Jada’s friendship with Tupac. In response, Smith said “fuck yeah.” Taking it a step further, Smith admitted that despite the fact that Jada and Shakur weren’t physical, he was insecure about the love that they had for each other. In fact, he stated that he could never bring himself to be cool with Tupac because he couldn’t handle the bond between the two of them.

Now, look, I try my best to be a progressive dude, but fuck all that, bruh. Ok, yes, Jada and Tupac apparently never had sex with each other. However, that wasn’t for a lack of trying, son. Real talk, Jada already copped to the fact that her and Tupac kissed before. Yeah, she also said that they didn’t have any “sexual chemistry,” but I’m not rolling, man. Listen, I just have a hard time believing that they were as platonic as Jada makes it seem, fam. In my eyes, they were probably one drunken night away from rocking each other’s bells, bruh.

To be clear, I wholeheartedly believe that men and women can just be friends. On the real, I’m friends with a good number of women that I would never touch, son. Side note, that used to be a source of contention between my wife and I early in our relationship. Frankly, she struggled to believe that I wasn’t just trying to smash everyone. But, alas, no lines have been crossed, man. Anyway, if Jada and Tupac ever saw one another in the right light, even for a second, Will would be a distant fucking memory, fam. So, I completely understand his hesitation to get close to Tupac.

In the end, I’m sure there are people out there who will disagree with me, bruh. Ultimately, we’ll never know how that story would’ve turned out, son. By and by, maybe things were exactly like Jada said and there would’ve been no issue. Then again, maybe Tupac would’ve cashed in on their love and taken Jada from the “soft rapper.” At the end of the day, my Spidey-Sense says that Smith was right for keeping Tupac at arms-length, man. Shit, based on the way that he was wilin’ back then, who knows what Shakur might’ve done, fam. That is all. LC out.

What A Difference A Decade Makes

So, here we are, son. It’s 2020, baby! Thankfully, I’ve made it to another year and another decade, man. All I can say is, the last ten years have been a wild ass ride, fam. In any case, I’d like to consider this post a tale of two photos. On the real, the smile may be the same, but the LC from the beginning of the decade is DRASTICALLY different than the LC from the end of the decade. Shit, let’s get into it, brethren.

First, let’s speak about the LC on the left. Real talk, I was a fucking train wreck at the beginning of the decade. At the time, I was a brand new father, struggling with my career, dealing with previously-undiagnosed depression, self-medicating with Jack Daniel’s and stepping out on my then-girlfriend/now-wife. Keeping it a buck, it was my lady who held up a mirror to my shenanigans. Based on my issues, she had every right to leave me. In fact, she did for a period of time. But, I understood that I needed to become a better person. Not for her, but for me. The truth is, being the best me would ultimately lead to being the best companion and father.

Moving on, let’s talk about that dude on the right. Now, this LC doesn’t have to hide behind a fake smile. Currently, I’m a husband who’s fathering multiple little people, working the best job I’ve ever had, performing my music again, blogging and drinking socially (instead of trying to drown out the voices in my head). All I know is, this transition didn’t happen overnight. Instead, making small steps at the beginning of the decade paved the way for how my decade ended. All in all, life is fucking beautiful right now, son.

In the end, I didn’t write this post to just talk about me, man. Ultimately, I want my story to be a lesson to anyone who’s reading this. By and by, folks don’t have to wait for a new year or a new decade to make a change. At the end of the day, if there are improvements that anyone wants to make, then start now, fam. In addition, don’t be afraid of slow progress. The fact is, slow progress is still better than no progress, bruh. So, let’s all be better together, brethren. My wife always says “there’s no such thing as stuck” and I had to learn to believe her, son. Let’s start this decade off right, people. Yessir! I love you all! LC out.

P.S. I’m super proud of the fact that I look damn near the same after ten years, son. Shit, Black don’t crack, baby! Well, besides a few years in the middle when I was unnecessarily fat. But, we don’t talk about those times, fam. Good day.

6ix9ine Finessed The System

So, here we are, son. After about a year of judges, lawyers and copious amounts of snitching, we finally know the fate of Tekashi 6ix9ine. Now, based on the charges he was facing, 6ix9ine could’ve been hit with a minimum of 47 years in prison. However, thanks to telling on everyone in Nine Trey, exposing people’s cards during Spades and revealing who shot Ghost in Power, 6ix9ine’s potential sentence has been DRASTICALLY reduced. *Sigh* I guess snitching really does pay, man.

Ok, for those who missed it, Judge Paul Englemayer officially let 6ix9ine know his future. Side bar, I’m calling him Daniel Hernandez for the rest of this post, fam. The way I see it, he’s not allowed to have a cool rapper name anymore, bruh. Anyway, thanks to Hernandez’ testimony against Aljermiah “Nuke” Mack, Anthony “Harv” Ellison, Kifano “Shotti” Jordan and the rest of the Eastern Seaboard, Englemayer gave him a two-year prison sentence. Keep in mind, Hernandez is also getting credit for time served. Meaning, he only has 11 months left behind bars.

Now, thanks to his cooperation, Hernandez’ lawyers hoped that he would be immediately released. However, Englemayer rebuked that theory. According to him, a lot of these crimes wouldn’t have been committed without Hernandez’ help. In fact, a bunch of the attempted hits were against other rappers that Hernandez had issues with. So, Englemayer didn’t just want to let him completely off of the hook.

Taking a step back, I want to briefly talk to the folks who are trying to justify Hernandez’ actions. Listen, he was a WILLING participant in Nine Trey’s fuckery, son. Frankly, he had NO problems with their movements when he was literally authorizing violence on other people (Trippie Redd / Chief Keef). He had NO problems with their movements when he was starting shit with gang members from Los Angeles and Chicago. But, as soon as the energy turned to him, he ratted everyone out. So, nah, the caping has to stop, man. On the real, he’s not a fucking victim here. The way I see it, he invited all of this chaos into his own life. That’s how karma fucking works, fam.

In the end, Hernandez finessed the system, bruh. Ultimately, he’s getting only a small fraction of the consequences for his actions, son. By and by, we’ll see if anybody tries to make a move on him. At the end of the day, he’ll probably be looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life, man. *Sigh* I wonder if the success of “Gummo” was worth it, fam. Probably not, bruh. Probably not. That is all. LC out.

Don’t Let Musicians Raise You

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, as a musician myself, this entire post may be hypocritical as fuck, man. In addition, I can think of numerous examples that go against what I’m about to say. Regardless, Juice WRLD‘s death highlighted something that I’ve felt for a long time, fam. All in all, we need to stop letting musicians raise us, bruh. Meaning, we have to quit letting the words/actions of our favorite artists influence the way we live, brethren.

Ok, before I continue, let me make something clear, son. Now, despite what the above picture may suggest, I do not exactly blame Future for Juice WRLD’s death. Yes, Future may have influenced Juice to try drugs that he had no business doing, but Juice was still his own man. The fact is, Juice was on the hook for his personal decisions, man. With all of that being said, artists still need to take some responsibility for the messages they’re putting out there, fam.

Keeping it a buck, I had a crisis of conscience while listening to Future’s DS2 yesterday. On one hand, I fucking LOVE that album, bruh. I mean, on more than one occasion, I’ve joked about being the Treasurer of the FutureHive, son. Seriously, just type “FutureHive” in the search bar, man. All jokes aside, like five posts will pop up, fam. Anyway, while I thoroughly enjoy homie’s music, the songs don’t influence me to do anything, bruh. Like, I have NO intention of trying any of the substances that Future croons about, folks. The problem is, impressionable kids like Juice WRLD did and still do, people.

Now, after my initial thought, I remembered a lot of the music that I grew up on. The truth is, I started smoking weed because of Rap songs. I wanted to “fuck bitches” because of Rap songs. Then, I wanted to “make love all night” instead because of R&B songs. Frankly, before I truly learned who I was, I based a lot of my personality on what my favorite musicians said/did, son. All I can say is, that’s a very dangerous way to live, man. For every J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar or Common, there are countless artists who are inspiring kids to do the wrong shit, fam. The way I see it, the visible adults in these kids’ lives need to do more to shape these malleable souls.

In the end, I’ve officially become my mother, bruh. Ultimately, I used to HATE it when she criticized the music that I loved. But, I absolutely get it now, son. By and by, it’s easy for me to say that the adults need to do more. It’s easy for me to say that the previous generation needs to advise the youth better. Shit, when I was a teenager, I wasn’t trying to listen to SHIT that my mother told me, man. However, her messages actually seeped in, fam. At the end of the day, I might not have understood it at the moment, but her wisdom didn’t go unnoticed, bruh. All I can say is, I hope these young cats have at least ONE person who can give them some knowledge. Otherwise, some of these artists may be leading them down a path of total destruction, brethren. That is all. LC out.

Damn, Juice WRLD

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’m not going to sit here and pretend like I’m well-versed in Juice WRLD‘s discography. I mean, I fuck with “Lucid Dreams” and I fuck with “Empty,” but I’m not going to perpetrate like his music resonated with me like it did with younger cats. But, that’s neither here nor there, man. The fact is, it’s fucking sad that a 21-year-old died, fam. All in all, he was way too young and had too much to live for, bruh.

Ok, for those who are unaware, Juice WRLD passed away on Sunday. Now, according to reports, he suffered a seizure after landing at Chicago‘s Midway International Airport. As of right now, a cause of death hasn’t been determined. From what I’ve read, an autopsy will be performed today (Monday). All I can say is, I hate to make assumptions, but it’s hard for me not to speculate that drugs may have played a part in this.

Look, since Juice stepped on the scene, he talked about his past drug (ab)use. Shit, he openly confessed to sipping lean and popping various pills like Percocet and Xanax. On top of that, his lyrics were always littered with references to his pain and discontent. Real talk, I remember listening to his second album, Death Race for Love, and being uncomfortable with his tales of unhappiness. Listen, as a 34-year-old dude, I couldn’t help but wonder why he was so down in his songs. Then, I had to remember where I was at 21, dealing with depression, and I couldn’t help but empathize, son.

Now, to be clear, I have no proof that drugs had anything to do with Juice’s death, man. Hell, he could’ve passed from some undiagnosed health issue. But, given the context of his music, I don’t think it’s out of the realm of possibility, fam. Regardless, Juice was a young and talented dude who was just getting started, bruh. All I know is, 21 is waaaaaaay too fucking young to die, son. Frankly, he barely got to live at all, brethren.

In the end, I just want to send my condolences to his friends and loved ones. Ultimately, a situation like this will never be an easy pill to swallow. By and by, I may be getting soft as I get older, but anyone dying this young is just sad as fuck, son. At the end of the day, I hope we all realize that life isn’t guaranteed for any of us. So, I pray that we all live in the most meaningful way possible. Rest In Peace, Juice WRLD. That is all. LC out.