Put Some Respek On Dame Dash’s Name

Man, I fucks with Damon Dash. Shit, I know that people like to judge him for his falling out with Jay-Z. However, Dash is a legend and should be treated as such, son. In any case, it seems like Lee Daniels missed that memo, fam. Hell, not only did Dash run up on Daniels for not repaying a $2 million loan, but he also filed a lawsuit over the missing money. All in all, Dash hit Daniels with that “run me my check” type of energy.

Ok, for those who missed it, this beef has been brewing for quite some time. Now, according to Dash, he lent Daniels money to fund his movie career. Based on Dash’s story, he gave Daniels the bread needed to create a Richard Pryor biopic, which never saw the light of day. In addition, Dash was supposed to receive five percent of the backend profits from the film. Needless to say, none of that transpired and Dash is PISSED!

Real talk, I can completely understand why Dash is heated, bruh. I mean, look at all of the success that Daniels has had, son. Listen, whether we’re discussing Precious, The Butler or Empire, Daniels has had an amazing run in the industry, man. So, why won’t he just pay Dash his money, fam? Honestly, I feel like people front on Dash because of his failed relationship with Hov and ousting from Roc-A-Fella Records. Keeping it a buck, all of this shit feels like a “kick a dude while he seems to be down” kind of vibe.

Listen, folks need to applaud Dash for his accomplishments, bruh. Keeping it a buck, he’s the one who believed in Hov from the jump. He’s the one who wanted to start Roc-A-Fella after all of the major labels turned Jay down. He’s the one who brought Kareem “Biggs” Burke in to help fund their independent endeavor. He’s the one who actually believed in, and signed, a young Kanye West. Side note, we ALL know about West’s current run of fuckery. But, that doesn’t negate his past work. Anyway, Dash deserves more than the shade that people constantly give him, folks.

In the end, Daniels needs to pay Dash back, son. Ultimately, Dame isn’t going to let this shit go, man. Either way, it makes for amazing entertainment, fam. By and by, Daniels and everyone else need to put some respek on Dash’s name, bruh. Word to Birdman. LC out.

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Nas vs. Jay-Z & Beyoncé

So, I won’t lie, son. I’m absolutely trolling with the title of this post, man. On the real, I have no intention of pitting Nas against Jay-Z and Beyoncé, fam. Shit, even though I believe The Carters are being a liiiiiittle bit petty with their release date, I have no evidence to back that up, bruh. With that being said, I’d much rather take this time to talk about the music on Nasir and Everything Is Love. All in all, let’s just get to the shits, folks.

Ok, for those who missed it, it seems like everybody dropped a damn album on Friday, son. Side note, a huge shout-out to Jay Rock, man. Real talk, his Redemption album is fucking DOPE, fam! Everyone should really take a listen. In any case, let’s get back to Nas, Hov & Bey, bruh. To begin, let’s start with Nasir, the new Kanye West-produced Nas album. So, since CoonYe, excuse me, Kanye is behind the boards, it’s probably best to start with the production, people. Now, it’s common knowledge that I’m not feeling Kanye’s whole vibe right now. However, that fool still knows how to make a damn beat, brethren.

Keeping it a buck, Kanye devised the perfect plan for a Nas album: don’t let Nas pick any of the beats and don’t let Nas write any of the hooks. Look, as legendary of emcee that Nas is, he’s TERRIBLE at picking instrumentals, son. Hell, he even uses the song “Simple Things” to address that fact on the album, man. Listen, he tries to spin it in some cool way like “never sold a record for the beat, it’s my verses they purchase,” but come on, fam. He knows damn well his beat selection game is tri-di-dash, bruh. In addition, with The-Dream, 070 Shake and Kanye handling hook duties, Nas can just focus on rapping. Frankly, I don’t know why other producers haven’t taken this approach before.

Anyway, as weird as it is for me to say this, I must be frank, son. *Sigh* Nas himself is my problem with this album, man. Keeping it a buck, this isn’t the best version of Nasir, no pun intended. Listen, Nas will always be able to put words together, fam. Like, that’s his gift in life, bruh. But, I have two issues with his rhyming on this album. First, he raps offbeat… a lot. Shit, just listen to the first song where he talks about the founder of Fox News being Black. It’s offbeat as a muhfucka, folks! Also, his overall bars aren’t as descriptive as I would like them to be. Look, this is the man who wrote “I Gave You Power,” people. He can do better than “Black kids get hit with like five.” That’s all I’m saying, brethren.

Now, that’s all I have to say for Nas, son. Listen, I see people going crazy over the album, but I still think it could’ve been better, man. In addition, we can’t ignore Ye’s fuckery and Kelis‘s allegations against Nas. All I can say is, I don’t blame certain individuals for not fucking with the album, fam. Shit, I’m at the point where I don’t even know who to support anymore, bruh. I swear, all of our heroes may be trash, folks. *Sigh* Being a fan is damn near impossible these days, people. Well, that’s all I’m going to say about that.

Moving on, let’s talk about Jay and Bey’s surprise album, son. Now, to be fair, I haven’t given this album enough spins to have a definitive feeling about it. Ok, yeah, I’ve listened to it about five times, but that’s still not enough time to understand all of the nuance and intricacies, man. In any case, from my first impressions, I must say that the production is immaculate, fam. Look, when I say “immaculate,” I’m purely talking about sonic quality, bruh. On the real, The Carters would NEVER put out a record that isn’t well-produced, people. Shit, they have too much money and too much access for that, folks.

In any case, from a subject matter standpoint, the album ain’t really about nothing. I mean, they already address their marital issues on both Lemonade and 4:44, son. Frankly, unless they start naming Hov’s side pieces, they can’t really shed too much more light on their union. So, where does that leave us? With a lot of stunting in the lyrics, man. Now, stunting is always a good time, so the album has jams to rock out to. But, it’s not like the album is some life-changing work that I need to come running back to. Listen, could I feel differently in a couple of weeks? Maybe. But, as of right now, the album is just cool, fam. Nothing more, nothing less.

In the end, June has been active as fuck with the music, son. Ultimately, there’s gotta be something for everyone, man. All I know is, I’m still on this Daytona album by Pusha T, fam. At the end of the day, who doesn’t want to hear about “flipping a bird” while zoning out at work? That is all. LC out.

In Preparation For Nas’s Album…

So, I’m going to keep this SUPER brief, son. I mean, I’ve already written a post about the Kanye West-produced Nas album that’s supposed to drop on Friday, man. With that being said, I’d much rather just vibe out to some of my favorite Nas songs, fam. On the real, those who know me know that Nas is one of my favorite rappers. Now, my ADHD is waaaaay too strong for me to pick a definitive favorite rapper. But, if someone held a gun to my head, I might have to pick Nasir Jones, bruh. Anyway, in preparation for his upcoming album, here are some of my favorite Nas songs. Good day. LC out.

Wyoming Doesn’t Like Rappers

Well, well, well, what do we have here, son? Some good ol’ fashioned racism, man. Look, I can see right through Diamond Cross Ranch‘s coded language, fam. On the real, when they say that they don’t want anymore rappers after Kanye West‘s listening party for ye, they really mean that they don’t want anymore Black people, bruh. All in all, no one gives a fuck, Jane Golliher. Only Kanye’s stupid ass cared about that shitty ranch.

Ok, before I continue, let me be clear, son. Now, if an establishment had an issue with a particular patron, then they have every right to not invite them back. However, Golliher’s entire statement is textbook dog-whistling, man. Shit, she legit said that her and her husband don’t want to entertain anymore rappers. Furthermore, they only want artists who make “good music.” For God‘s sake, I can see right through the ambiguity, fam!

Listen, we all know that most rappers are Black. So, not only did she take a shot at a genre dominated by Black people, but she also simultaneously shaded the validity of the music. All I can say is, fuck Jane Golliher, her husband AND Diamond Cross Ranch, bruh! Hell, their “bigotry slip” is showing, folks. A noise complaint is one issue, but using such a wide brush to paint an entire group of artists and musicians is something else, brethren. So, fuck ’em all!

In the end, I hope CoonYe, excuse me, Kanye, learns a valuable lesson from this, son. Ultimately, this is what happens when we cozy up to people who don’t fuck with us, man. By and by, his need for acceptance has him out here looking like a fucking fool, fam. At the end of the day, I’ll pass on a trip to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, bruh. No thanks, I’m good, people. That is all. LC out.

I’m Mad At Myself For Listening To ‘ye’

So, I’m a hypocrite, son. Like, my logical side knew better than to listen to ye, man. But, the voracious music-lover in me fell for the fucking okie-doke, fam. Despite all of Kanye West‘s nonsense, I still gave that fool 20 minutes of my time, bruh. *Sigh* And after all of that, the album wasn’t even good, people. All I know is, this is the time where I need to stop trying to separate the art from the artist, folks.

Ok, so, this post isn’t an album review, per se. On the real, this article is simply me rambling about how much of a clusterfuck this record is, son. I mean, it’s amazing how a 7-song album can still be disjointed and all over the place, man. Look, between the unnecessary beat changes, Kim Kardashian references and talk of killing someone, there’s no cohesion to this record, fam. Frankly, I’m amazed that he put out an album like this after nailing the production on Pusha T‘s Daytona. Then again, who the fuck knows what goes on in Kanye’s mind, bruh?

Now, besides the album sonics, I’m mad at myself for even giving ye the time of day, son. Listen, it’s no secret that I’m a HUGE Kanye West fan. However, at some point, enough has to be enough, man. Keeping it a buck, I’m not even sure if I want to keep listening to Pusha’s album, fam. Real talk, I don’t like the idea of putting ANY money in Kanye’s pocket, bruh. Shit, I’m not sure exactly how much money artists get some streaming, but it’s still more than he deserves right now, people. All I can say is, a dope beat from Kanye is not worth the tomfoolery and coonery that comes along with it.

In the end, I just needed to check myself, son. Ultimately, I’m choosing not to be a slave to my former appreciation of Kanye West. By and by, this is one of the ONLY times a Black person is choosing not to be slave, man. At the end of the day, as much as I love music, supporting him just isn’t worth it, fam. That is all. LC out.

Drake Got Pusha T

So, let me begin this post by saying that I’m a HUGE Pusha T fan. I mean, ever since the Clipse dropped Lord Willin’ in 2002, I’ve been a stan, son. Side note, as my boy Fabian can attest to, I fronted on that album when it first came out. Nevertheless, I repented for my sins like a day later. In any case, I’m also a big Drake fan, man. With that being said, I’m happy that they’re throwing caution to the wind and letting the shots fly, fam. All I know is, after listening to “Duppy Freestyle,” the first round of this battle goes to Drake, bruh.

Ok, before I continue, let me keep it a buck, son. On the real, I don’t have the time to fully explain the history between Pusha and Drake, man. I mean, I’ll just let Highsnobiety do the work for me, fam. All in all, the feud between Pusha and Drake began as a feud between Pusha, No Malice, Lil Wayne and Birdman. Needless to say, Drake inherited the beef when he signed with Young Money. Crazily, this is a squabble that’s been going on for damn near a decade, bruh. All I can say is, that’s a long time to hold a grudge, people.

Anyway, the latest round of this beef began when Pusha’s DAYTONA album dropped. Now, the last song on the record is “Infrared,” and Pusha takes aim at the entire YMCMB. He references the fact that Quentin Miller has written rhymes for Drake. He references the fact that Birdman still owes Wayne a grip of money. He also references the fact that Rick Ross has been saying the exact same shit about the Cash Money team. Side note, everyone should go listen to Ross’s “Idols Become Rivals,” son. Just thank me later, pun intended. In any case, the Kanye West-produced “Infrared” is a hard response to Drake’s disses in “Two Birds, One Stone.”

Now, from there, I guess Drake had enough, man. So, instead of another round of subliminal shots, Drake went straight for the jugular, fam. Real talk, “Duppy Freestyle” isn’t even about me and it hurt my feelings, bruh. Shit, that’s how rough it is, folks. Basically, Drake airs ALL of the dirty laundry about Pusha and Kanye. He talks about the fact that he wrote Kanye’s rhymes on “30 Hours.” He talks about the fact that he was just in Wyoming helping them to pen verses. He talks about Ye being jealous of Virgil Abloh, his former creative director, for running Louis Vuitton. He questions the validity of Pusha’s drug-dealing past. Lastly, that “you older than the nigga you running behind” line is particularly gruesome, son. All in all, sheesh!

In the end, the ball is now in Pusha’s court, son. Ultimately, he has a real uphill battle, man. Not because I don’t think he’s capable, but because Drake’s celebrity makes things A LOT harder. Look, even if Pusha’s response is fire, Drake’s fanbase will kill him regardless. By and by, Pusha needs to just focus on these bars, fam. At the end of the day, I’m giving him until the end of the day, bruh. Listen, Pusha can’t let this shit rock, people. Good day. LC out.

P.S. Despite everything I’ve just said, Drake might’ve weakened his own kill shot with that “I’m Upset” record, son. I mean, that song is hot garbage, man. Side note, I can be a fan and still call a spade a spade, fam. Needless to say, this song ain’t it, bruh. That is all.

This Is The Pusha T That I Want To Hear

Look, this post is going to be short today, son. On the real, not a lot needs to be said here, man. I mean, there’s a new Pusha T album, fam! Shit, that’s all a dude like me needs to know, bruh! Furthermore, since this is a Kanye West-produced affair, I’m having a hard time controlling my excitement, people. All in all, Pusha’s new Daytona album is EXACTLY what I want from this duo, folks. Real talk, the record is seven songs of that raw shit, people, pun intended.

Ok, before I continue, let me address the elephant in the room, son. So, the album cover for Daytona is fucking wild, man. Now, for those who are unaware, the artwork (seen above) is a picture of Whitney Houston‘s drug-filled bathroom. Look, I’ve been listening to Push push cocaine on records since 1999, fam. With that being said, even I think the album cover is a little distasteful, bruh. For God‘s sake, that woman actually died from her inability to kick a drug habit. Anyway, it would be easy to just blame Kanye for calling this last minute audible, but Pusha went along with it, people. All I know is, it’s a foul move on both of their parts, brethren.

Moving on, let’s get to the music, son. First, it must be said that I’ve never heard Pusha spit a wack verse, man. So, I was never worried about whether he’d bring the heat or not, fam. Frankly, I was more interested in how the beats would sound, bruh. Listen, since the My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy days, Kanye developed a habit of using like ten producers on every cotdamn song. Gone were the days when he was just chopping vinyl and dropping bars, folks. Anyway, when I heard that he was back on his sampling shit, I wanted to hear how 2018 Ye would sound. Needless to say, he doesn’t disappoint here, people. He’s able to keep the essence of his vintage days AND incorporate some of today’s production techniques.

In the end, what else is there to say, son? Ultimately, the album is hard as fuck, man! So, everyone needs to do themselves a favor and listen to this joint at ignorant levels, fam. By and by, I’m just looking out for everybody’s best interests, bruh. That is all. LC out. EGHCK!