Mase Got Cam’ron

Now, anybody who knows me knows that I am a MASSIVE Cam’ron fan. I mean, if anyone is a fan of my music, then they owe Cameron Giles a huge thank you, son. Real talk, a large part of the reason I rap the way I do is directly because of Killa Cam. In any case, I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t objective, man. With that being said, his rap battle with Mase didn’t work in his favor, fam. All in all, when it comes to their beef, Mase got one up on Cam, bruh.

Ok, when it comes to the tumultuous history between these two men, where do I start, son? So, the squabble between these dudes has been going on for damn near two decades now. On the real, I’m not going to explain the entire situation because it would take too long and because Google exists, man. In any case, they were friends, some shit happened, Mase became a preacher and they’ve been throwing jabs at each other ever since. Keeping it a buck, I thought this feud was dead until I heard “It’s Killa” on Cam’s The Program mixtape.

So, on that particular track, shit goes left from the first lyric, fam. In the first verse, Cam tells a story about how he saved Mase from getting ran up on by some dudes while stuck at a girl’s house. Now, for his troubles, Mase allegedly gave Cam $100. Needless to say, Cam wasn’t happy and decided to no longer fuck with Mase. In any case, that situation combined with some other hood shit caused Cam to question everything about Mase’s character. I mean, if we’re being real, people have been questioning Mase’s character for years now.

Moving on, I guess Mase didn’t want to let this shit slide. So, in retaliation, he released “The Oracle,” a full-blown diss track to Cam. On the record, he raps over the Jay-Z “Blueprint 2” beat, which Hov previously used to throw more shots at Nas. Anyway, over the course of four minutes, Mase goes hamburger on Cam. He talks about the time that Cam ran as Jim Jones fought Junior M.A.F.I.A. by himself in Rucker Park. He talks about the time that Cam got his chain jacked by Tru Life. Shit, he even alleges that Cam fucked his own sister (which was disputed because he doesn’t have a sister). All I know is, that track is brutal, bruh.

Fast forward a day, Cam came back with his own response. He put out “Dinner Time,” which was produced by The Heatmakerz, the longtime production crew for The Diplomats. Real talk, the beat is hard and Cam has some lines, but they don’t sting like Mase’s words do. Now, I wouldn’t say the song is trash, but it isn’t rough enough to counter Mase. Basically, as much as it pains me to say, Mase sonned Cam, man. Look, even though Cam is a musical hero of mine, I have to call a spade a spade, son.

In the end, I’ve got to give Mase his credit, fam. Listen, he may be a studio gangster/fraudulent pastor, but that dude could always rap, bruh. Ultimately, Cam picked a fight and didn’t deliver on the backend. By and by, this riff probably doesn’t even matter in the grand scheme of things. Hell, these dudes have already made up with each other on social media. So, what the hell do I know, son? All I can say is, I’m about to go listen to Purple Haze and scrub this shit from my mind, man. LC out.

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There’s No Race To ‘Wokeness’

So, today’s post is sort of like a public service announcement. Now, even though I kind of hate the word “woke,” I do need to clarify something about the concept. Look, there’s no race to “wokeness,” son. Meaning, no one gets a prize for being the first one to embrace Black issues. Frankly, anyone who argues about someone else’s “wokeness” is missing the whole damn point, man. All in all, the goal should be for our entire community to contribute to our empowerment.

Now, I won’t lie, a comment I saw on Instagram inspired this post, fam. In any case, I know some folks might be thinking “people always say dumb shit on social media, LC.” Ok, yes, while this is absolutely true, this one comment just irked me, bruh. Basically, a woman posted a still frame from Jay-Z‘s “The Story of O.J.” video. In her caption, she told people to pay attention to the message in the song. From there, some dude wrote “shit is so standard only dumb niggas woke by this.” For whatever reason, that statement pissed me off, man. On the real, if the song inspires someone to do better, why does it matter when they came to this realization?

Look, this is a problem I have with so-called “knowledgeable” people. Keeping it a buck, I feel like they care more about seeming smart than actually helping their fellow man or woman. Fam, Black people are historically disenfranchised in this country. Real talk, we legitimately need everyone onboard if we’re really going to make any strides in America. Whether we’re talking about politics, social issues or financial literacy, the community needs to be on one accord when it comes creating change. Ultimately, it doesn’t help the cause when some clown thinks he’s ahead of the curve.

In the end, instead of criticizing people for when they “woke” up, this dude should be happy that folks are making improvements. He should be happy that an artist like Jay is finally using his voice to speak about these issues. By and by, having these conversations in a vacuum doesn’t help anyone. The only way to inspire real change is for these ideas to permeate throughout the entire community. All in all, that’s the real definition of “woke,” man. LC out.

Beyoncé Didn’t Make Jay-Z

So, I won’t lie, son. I’m well aware of the fact that I need to tread carefully with this post, man. Look, the BeyHive is NOT the entity a sane person should want to fuck with, fam. Shit, just ask Keri Hilson. With that being said, I need to get something off of my chest. Listen, I need people to stop acting like Beyoncé made Jay-Z. Ok, yes, everyone loves Mrs. Knowles-Carter. However; let’s not pretend like Hov isn’t a fucking legend, bruh. I mean, there’s a reason why a lot of people, including myself, consider him the greatest rapper of all time.

Wait, to be clear, I’m not writing this to slight Bey in any shape, form or fashion, man. Fam, the woman is coming off of back-to-back classic albums. I can’t possibly take anything away from her, son. But, this new generation likes to act like Jigga is the slouch in the relationship. Now, for those uninformed people, I’d like to take a brief trip down memory lane.

Ok, while no one knows exactly when Hov and Beyoncé started dating, I think “’03 Bonnie & Clyde” is a good place to start. Now, although my memory sucks, I believe that song came out in 2002. It served as the lead single for Hov’s The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse album. Anyway, if we’re keeping score here, by this time, Jigga had already released three classic albums, son. I mean, Reasonable Doubt, Vol. 2… Hard Knock Life and The Blueprint were already under his belt by the time him and Bey became an item. Shit, Beyoncé hadn’t even released a solo album at that point, man! Good Lord, can we keep it a buck for a second, fam?

Moving on, even before we get to 4:44, Hov managed to add two more classics to his discography: The Black Album and American Gangster. Side note, I’m open to arguing about the classic status of American Gangster, but regardless, it’s a fantastic album. In any case, Jay was still making relevant art independent of his marriage to Bey. All in all, Jay would’ve still been in the history books even if he didn’t marry Beyoncé.

In the end, I need the BeyHive to chill, son. Please, don’t scalp me or give my nuts the “James Bond in Casino Royaletreatment. All I’m saying is, Beyoncé is not responsible for Hov’s success. Now, have they both helped each other’s careers? Absolutely. Is Beyoncé more relevant in music and pop culture right now? Absolutely. However; that doesn’t take away from the groundwork Jay has already laid down, fam. By and by, his position was already solidified, man. Now, let me get back to 4:44. LC out.

Jay-Z Made A ‘Grown A*s Man’ Album

So, I’ll admit, there are certain times when I’m happy to be wrong. As everyone may recall, just last week, I questioned whether we needed a new Jay-Z album. In my defense, it wasn’t because I’m not a Hov fan. In fact, I’m an obnoxiously HUGE Hov fan. Ultimately, I didn’t want him to drop some subpar shit, fam. Thankfully, 4:44 is fucking DOPE, man! On the real, Jigga made a “grown ass man” album. Whether he’s speaking about infidelity, finances or social issues, he’s poignantly discussing a variety of topics. All in all, good shit, Jay!

First, let me begin by talking about No I.D. Now, I did call this shit, son. Listen, Dion just doesn’t make wack beats, fam. Like, I actually believe he’s incapable of making questionable shit. I mean, he’s been in the game for over 20 years and he’s never released any trash. Look, even Bow Wow‘s “Let Me Hold You” knocks, man! In any case, No I.D. successfully bridges different eras in his beats. He’s able to remain true to his sampling roots, while programming his drums to fit into today’s musical climate. By and by, the sonics of this album are immaculate, son!

Next, let’s talk about Hov. Ok, yes, he finally addresses the cheating rumors. Wait, before I continue, was anyone actually confused by Beyoncé‘s Lemonade? Now, I thought she made it perfectly clear that Hov was sticking and moving around town. Frankly, I’m surprised by people being surprised on social media. Anyway, Jay drops all of the bombs in terms of his wayward behavior. In fact, at this point, the only thing we don’t know are the names of the outside chicks. Keeping it a buck, Hov gave us everything else, son. Shit, he even admits that his actions were the reason why Solange tried to go Liu Kang on him in that elevator.

Moving on, in addition to his Lemonade response, Hov also covers A TON of other subjects. He talks about financial literacy on “The Story of O.J.” He talks about supporting Diddy, another Black business owner, on “Family Feud.” He talks about accepting his mother’s sexuality on “Smile.” He even talks about Kanye West‘s fuckity-fuckery on “Kill Jay Z.” All I know is, it seems like Jay leaves no stone unturned on this album, bruh. Regardless, I approve of all of it, fam.

In the end, this new album is light years ahead of his last two records. Ultimately, it’s good to see that he still has some tricks up his sleeve. Now, let me get back to my listening experience, son. I’ll catch everyone on the rebound. LC out.

P.S. Never go Eric Benét, son. Bruh, I laughed really hard at that line, man. My bad, Eric. I’m sure he’s out here just trying to keep it cool. However; he’ll never live down the Halle Berry tomfoolery, fam. That is all.

Should I Be Excited For A New Jay-Z Album?

Now, before I get started, let me make one thing clear: Jay-Z is the greatest rapper of all time. No, I will not debate this and I will not entertain any opinions to the contrary. Listen, the sky is blue, water is wet and Jigga is the G.O.A.T. It just is what it is, fam. With that being said, do we really need a new Hov album, bruh? Look, I may be speaking blasphemy, but I don’t know what to make of a 2017 Jay-Z album. Ultimately, I’m hoping it’s good, but I don’t want to set myself up for disappointment.

So, for me, the last great Hov album was American Gangster. In my eyes, it’s his best album after Reasonable Doubt and The Blueprint. Yeah, that’s right, I’m putting it ahead of The Black Album and Vol. 2… Hard Knock Life, son. I mean, the soulful production is perfect and his bars are immaculate, man. Fam, any emcee that can write a line like “surviving droughts, I wish you well” cannot be disrespected. In any case, that album represents Hov at the end of his prime. Now, while I enjoy a number of songs off of The Blueprint 3 and Magna Carta Holy Grail, those albums don’t hit me like Jigga at his best.

Keeping it a buck, when I first heard about Hov’s new album, I wasn’t excited. Well, not until I heard No I.D.‘s name. Apparently, the legendary Chicago producer is shepherding the entire record. Now, if that’s the case, I’ll definitely need to take a listen to the album. On the real, I don’t think No I.D. has ever missed, man. I mean, from his countless work with Common to Jay’s “D.O.A.,” he always drops fire, son. Hopefully, the same remains true for this new endeavor. While I wasn’t super geeked about the “Adnis” snippet, I’ll reserve judgement until I hear the entire song.

In the end, I just want the album to be good, man. Listen, Jay is by far my favorite rapper. I can’t have him looking super washed out here, son. All in all, I guess we’ll all see what’s really good on June 30th. Don’t let us down, Jay. LC out.

P.S. I know Hov owns Tidal, but damn, bruh! Can we chill with the streaming exclusives, fam? Look, none of us should have to pay for multiple platforms in order to hear our favorite artists. It’s fucking ridiculous, son. Ok, rant over. Peace.

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.

So… Beyoncé Is Having Twins, Huh?

Look, I won’t lie, son. I get supreme enjoyment out of seeing people lose their shit any time Beyoncé does something. At this point, she might really be a religion now, man. With that being said, I’m having a ton of good laughs while watching the world’s reaction to her pregnancy announcement. Excuse me, her “our family is growing by two” announcement. Honestly, there’s no congratulatory message I could give that would match the fever currently sweeping the internet. So, why don’t I just let the people talk and keep the jokes rolling, son. Below are my favorite responses to Beyoncé’s pregnancy news.

Welp, that’s all I got today, folks. Ain’t much else to say around here, bruh. The internet always wins, man. I’m just sitting back and watching the show, son. I’ll probably get back to my regularly scheduled programming tomorrow. Good day.