This New Nas Song Ain’t It, Chief

So, anyone who knows me knows that I’m an unabashed Nas fan. Like, I legitimately believe he’s incapable of spitting a wack verse. Side bar, if given the chance, I’d even argue with Jay-Z about Nas’ “Oochie Wally” verse. Now, was that Nas’ finest moment? No, but those bars weren’t straight trash, son. In any case, lyrics were never Nas’ problem, man. On the real, his beat selection has always been suspect as fuck. With that being said, the trend (sadly) continues on the first single for this The Lost Tapes II album.

Ok, for those who are unaware, Nas is releasing a follow-up to his classic compilation album. Now, the original The Lost Tapes featured a bunch of songs that were supposed to be on I Am… and Stillmatic. However, thanks to early internet bootlegging, those songs didn’t make it out in their initial forms. Anyway, when that record came out in 2002, I was fucking HYPED, fam. Seriously, that album has some of my favorite Nas tracks, like “Blaze a 50,” “Everybody’s Crazy” and “Poppa Was a Playa.” Needless to say, when Nas teased a follow-up, I was ready to go, bruh.

Now, it finally seems like he’s ready to drop the record, son. So, as a warmup for the audience, Nas put out “Jarreau of Rap (Skatt Attack).” The song features the legendary Al Jarreau and showcases Nas’ lyrical dexterity. The problem is, the beat fucking sucks, man. Like, it REALLY sucks, fam. On top of that, the hook is super weird and wastes the Jarreau feature. All in all, this is not what I wanted to hear from this album, bruh. Shit, when a project lists Swizz BeatzPharrellRZAPete Rock and Kanye West as some of the producers, this ain’t the vibe I’m looking for, brethren. Frankly, I want to know who sanctioned this shit, folks.

Listen, Nas’ ear for beats has always been his Achilles Heel, son. The truth is, he’s always made his best albums when a notable figure gave him guidance. For example, MC Serch and Large Professor were the glue for IllmaticTrackmasters were the glue for It Was Written. Large Professor returned for StillmaticNo I.D. was the glue for Life Is Good. The way I see it, I don’t know if I can trust a Nas album when he’s left to his own devices, man. Keeping it a buck, I wish he would get Rick Ross to pick his beats. Hell, that might end up being one of the best albums ever, fam.

In the end, Nas will always be one of the greatest rappers of all time. Ultimately, I can’t take anything away from his ability to put words together. However, I was seriously unimpressed with this first single, bruh. By and by, I hope this isn’t a reflection of the whole album, son. If it is, it may have to be a hard pass for me, man. At the end of the day, that would hurt my rapper heart, fam. That is all. LC out.

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The BeyHive Needs To Chill

So, let me be honest, son. On the real, I’m legitimately scared right now, man. I mean, no one in their right mind wants to run afoul of the BeyHive, fam. Frankly, I’m more frightened of them than the Bloods and Crips combined, bruh. In any case, the BeyHive really needs to chill, brethren. All in all, they truly have to relax on terrorizing innocent people.

Ok, for those who missed it, Jay-Z and Beyoncé were courtside for Game 4 between the Golden State Warriors and the Toronto Raptors. Moving on, there was a point where Hov was chopping it up with Nicole Curran, the wife of the owner of the Warriors. Now, in terms of positioning, Bey was sitting in between Jay and Curran while this conversation was occurring. Anyway, at some point, Bey’s face got serious, for who knows what reason. All I know is, that’s when shit went haywire, son.

Now, immediately following this incident, the BeyHive went into attack mode. I mean, they found Curran’s Instagram page and hit her with every bee emoji that social media would allow. Like, it got to the point where the woman had to defend herself AND Bey’s publicist had to tell the BeyHive to fall back. All I can say is, what are we doing out here, man? Shit, we have NO idea why Bey made that face. Hell, she could’ve just wanted to watch the game, fam. The fact is, the BeyHive went full Rambo without context, bruh. Real talk, if Bey was getting argumentative with Curran, then I’d probably understand. But damn, at least let the drama pop off before trying to hit this woman with the guillotine, son.

In the end, I’ve probably taken a major chance, man. Ultimately, criticizing the BeyHive is a risky move, fam. By and by, I might’ve put my life in danger, bruh. The truth is, my own wife would willingly sacrifice me to the Beyoncé gods, son. At the end of the day, I don’t want any problems, brethren. Frankly, I’m just trying to let the BeyHive know it’s okay to take their trigger fingers off of the chopper. Listen, they don’t always have to air out the entire room, folks. That is all. LC out.

A Diehard Fan’s Thoughts On The Wu-Tang Documentary

So, anyone who knows me knows that I am a MASSIVE Wu-Tang Clan fan. I mean, I used to wear Clarks Wallabees because of Raekwon and Ghostface Killah. Hell, I’m wearing a damn Cuban Link chain as I write this, son. In any case, it goes without saying that I was HYPED to watch Wu-Tang Clan: Of Mics and Men, Showtime‘s new documentary. All in all, as much as I enjoyed the film, I also completely understand why the group fractured, man.

Ok, for those who haven’t watched it yet, I’m going to be throwing out mad spoilers, fam. Anyway, the fact of the matter is, business broke up the squad, bruh. Now, when I say “business,” it’s really the lack of business understanding, son. Like, over the years, various members thought RZA and his brother Divine were taking money from them. Look, maybe the were. However, to me, I thought the brothers were engaged in regular business practices, man.

For example, there’s a scene in the fourth episode where Ghostface is arguing with Divine about commission. In Ghost’s mind, if Divine brings him a $1 million deal, Ghost should get all of the money. Divine’s stance is that he would take $200,000 as a finder’s fee. Shit, I’m with Divine, fam. Look, if Divine is out there securing the bag, why would he not get a portion? Real talk, sport agents get commission and lawyers get pieces of settlements. The way I see it, it’s only right, bruh.

As another example, in the third episode of the doc, we see a rift between RZA and Ol’ Dirty Bastard. So, when ODB got out of prison, he didn’t understand why the other members were let out of their deal with Wu-Tang Productions, but RZA and Divine were reluctant to let ODB go. Now, in RZA’s mind, he thought he had the perfect plan to resurrect Dirty’s career. All I can say is, given the immaculate work that RZA did in the beginning, I wouldn’t bet against him, son. Instead, Dirty decided to go with Roc-A-Fella Records and they did absolutely nothing with him, man. With all of that being said, was the move worth it, fam?

Now, to be fair, the group members were deadass right about that Once Upon a Time in Shaolin album. Frankly, they got duped into making a project by Cilvaringz and RZA. To make matters worse, it wholly sucks that Martin Shkreli ended up with the record, bruh. The fact is, that chapter was a stain on the Wu name, son. All I know is, that album should’ve never happened, son.

Besides that, the fact remains that the group was at its apex when RZA made the beats and Divine ran the business. Hell, can anyone argue with Wu-Tang’s run from 1993 to 1997? Keeping it a buck, that period was the greatest shit in the world to me. Sadly, “homie business” got in the way of a conglomerate, man. On the real, a lack of business knowledge got in the way of a seemingly unstoppable force. Regardless, I’m just happy that they’re back together and cooking up, fam. Shit, I lost my mind while watching them perform at the A3C Festival last year. For me, a group like that should never break up, bruh.

In the end, I recommend this documentary to everyone. Truthfully, I thought the episodes could be disjointed at times, but there was so much behind the scenes footage that I let my gripes go, son. Ultimately, shout-out to Mass Appeal, man. By and by, any documentary that shows me the recording process of “C.R.E.A.M.” is good in my book, fam. At the end of the day, Wu-Tang is for the children, bruh. That is all. LC out.

Stop Giving Laura Ingraham Attention

So, before I begin, let me say that I know what some people might be thinking. Yeah, I’m aware that writing this post is a bit hypocritical, given the title. However, today’s thoughts aren’t really about Laura Ingraham. In reality, they’re about how we all react to Laura Ingraham. Keeping it a buck, we need to stop giving her attention, son. All in all, why the fuck do we care about what she says, man?

Ok, for those who missed it, Laura Ingraham went into her Laura Ingraham bag. Now, while addressing Nipsey Hussle’s funeral at the Staples Center, she decided to laugh and take swipes at the deceased rapper. I mean, despite all of the things that Hussle did for his community, Ingraham simply labeled him as an artist who “released a song called ‘FDT,” F Donald Trump.” From there, her and Raymond Arroyo showed a picture of YG, not Nip, and laughed about the song’s chorus. All I can say is, it was incredibly distasteful, fam.

But, with all of that being said, why is anyone surprised, bruh? Like, this is the same woman who told LeBron James to “shut up and dribble.” This is the same woman who publicly ridiculed David Hogg, a survivor of the Parkland shooting. Frankly, she’s given us AMPLE examples that she’s a piece of shit, son. The truth is, the more we react to her tomfoolery, the more she’s going to feel emboldened, man. Real talk, she’s no different than Tomi Lahren, fam. The way I see it, we need to stop giving these vapid losers notoriety, folks. Their opinions truly mean nothing, brethren.

In the end, Ingraham is going to Ingraham, son. Ultimately, when she gets on her bullshit, we need to look the other way, man. By and by, if a tree falls in the forest and no one’s there to hear it, does it make a sound? Who the fuck cares, fam? Let that tree “tree” by itself, bruh. At the end of the day, our anger is what these idiots feed off of, people. They don’t deserve any of our peace, B. That is all. LC out.

Anderson .Paak’s ‘Ventura’ Got ‘Oxnard’ The F*ck Outta Here

So, before I begin, let me say that I’m a fan of Anderson .Paak’s Oxnard. Yes, I know that a lot of people were lukewarm about it, but that album had a couple of bangers, son. I mean, “Headlow,” “Anywhere” and “Sweet Chick” are some of the best songs he’s ever made, man. Side note, I dug “Anywhere” so much that I couldn’t help but play it on Instagram, fam. In any case, despite some high moments, the album wasn’t as great as we all wanted it to be. With that being said, he destroyed shit on this new Ventura album, bruh.

Ok, let’s address the elephant in the room, son. Listen, we all know why Oxnard wasn’t what it should’ve been. On the real, it’s Dr. Dre’s fault, man. Now, before the internet flambés me, let me explain, fam. Look, Dr. Dre is the greatest Hip Hop producer of all time. Like, everyone can have their own personal favorites, but no producer in the history of Rap has accomplished as much as Dre. Despite that, he didn’t need to produce shit on .Paak’s album, bruh. Frankly, .Paak has already established his sound. Keeping it a buck, Dre should’ve just let him do his thing, folks.

Real talk, .Paak is an incredible musician and live performer, son. Because of this, I want all of his songs to embrace his strengths, man. Why would I want to hear “Who R U?” when I can rock out to “King James”? The truth is, Ventura encapsulates all of .Paak’s abilities, fam. All I know is, I can’t wait to see him perform this shit live, bruh.

In the end, there’s nothing else to say here, son. Ultimately, Anderson .Paak’s new album is dope as hell, man. By and by, everyone needs to go out and listen to Ventura, fam. For God’s sake, he has André 3000, Smokey Robinson, Lalah Hathaway, Jazmine Sullivan, Sonyae Elise, Brandy and Nate Dogg on the same project, bruh. What else needs to be said? Nothing. LC out.

P.S.Reachin’ 2 Much” with Lalah Hathaway is my JAM right now, son. That is all.

Does Anyone Still F*ck With Kodak Black?

So, let me begin this post by saying that I’ve never been a Kodak Black fan, son. Like, never. I mean, even if we remove the real-life fuckery he’s always engaged in, I just can’t get into the music, man. In any case, his penchant for cooth-lessness re-emerged when he tried to shoot his shot at Lauren London. All in all, this ain’t the time for the bullshit, fam. Side note, I know “cooth-lessness” isn’t a word. But, it made perfect sense, right?

Ok, for those who missed it, Kodak is still out here being Kodak. Now, in light of Nipsey Hussle‘s death, Kodak thought it was a good idea to reveal his thoughts about London. So, according to his IG Live, he plans on giving London a year of “crying and shit” before he tries to holla. Look, Nip ain’t even in the ground yet and homie is already scheming on his woman. For God‘s sake, let the lady grieve in piece, bruh. Frankly, she ain’t got time to entertain Kodak’s tomfoolery. She has children to raise, son. That’s a hard enough job in and of itself, man.

Moving on, I don’t even know why I’m surprised, fam. Shit, Kodak has a long, long, loooooong history of nonsense, bruh. Like, didn’t he just get accused of rape… again? Seriously, what would it take for fans to acknowledge that their favorite artists might be trash? On the real, even if someone fucks with Kodak’s music, at what point do we say “nah, I’m off the bullshit”? In my eyes, dude consistently shows us who he is and we just let it slide. For the life of me, I don’t understand it, son.

In the end, it ain’t nothing for me to disregard Kodak, man. Ultimately, I was never on the wave to begin with, fam. By and by, disrespecting a widow should never be tolerated, bruh. Side note, rape should never be tolerated either, but folks just keep letting the allegations cook. Anyway, all love to Lauren London during her time of mourning. At the end of the day, she needs to be uplifted, not fetishized. That is all. LC out.

Christopher Darden Is Still A Clown

So, I’m going to try to keep this post short today, son. Frankly, I just want to proclaim that Christopher Darden is a clown, man. He was a clown in 1994 and he’s still a clown in 2019. On the real, I don’t care to hear the reasons why he’s defending Eric Holder. All I can say is, I hope he botches the case like he botched the O. J. Simpson trial. At this point, I only want justice for Nipsey Hussle, fam.

Ok, before I continue, let me be honest, bruh. Listen, a lot of this story doesn’t add up, B. So, let me attempt to make sense of this timeline. Now, Holder is seen having a conversation with Nip. Then, he leaves, comes back with a gun and starts firing. Next, he doubles back two more times and fires more shots into Nip. Days later, he’s apprehended by the police at a mental health facility. Finally, he’s now being represented by Darden. Fam, am I the only one who thinks that’s sketchy as shit? Nah, there’s something fishy in the water and I don’t like it at all, son.

In any case, I’m interested to see how Darden is going to try to spin this, man. The way I see it, he only has two options: self-defense or insanity. Based on the footage outside of Nip’s store, I don’t see self-defense working in the slightest. So, insanity is the only real play here. But, good luck with that, fam. It definitely seems like Holder had/has all of his facilities intact, bruh. So, I hope the judge throws his dumbass under the jail, brethren.

In the end, fuck Eric Holder and fuck Christopher Darden. Ultimately, that loser needs to pay for his actions, son. By and by, it’s time for Darden to do the Darden. Yeah, go ahead and fuck up this case, man. At the end of the day, we need him to fail again so Holder can go to prison for the rest of his life. That is all. LC out.