Nipsey Hussle’s Album Is HARD!

So, I’m going to keep this post short today, son. Basically, there’s only one thing people need to know, man: Nipsey Hussle‘s Victory Lap album is HARD! I mean, Nipsey has always put out high quality music, fam. But, he took his shit to another level on this record, bruh. All I know is, this entire album makes me want to slap innocent people for no discernible reason.

Now, I was inspired to write this post after a convo with my homegirl LeShay. She brought up the fact that on “Rap Niggas,” the hard ass bass line switches to a hard ass 808 and it got us HYPED! Shit, the entire album has moments like that, son. From a production standpoint, I can’t find one wack beat on here, man. Hell, regardless of how musical any given song is, the knock is ALWAYS there, fam. In addition, Nip is rapping his ass off on all of these tracks, bruh. All in all, he was able to successfully make a West Coast album for 2018.

In the end, I don’t know what else to say, son. Ultimately, the album rides, man. So, everyone needs to do themselves a favor and get acquainted with the chunes, fam. With that being said, folks can peep a couple of my favorite songs below. By and by, if anyone sees me outside gooning for no cotdamn reason, just blame this record, bruh. That is all. LC out.


Big K.R.I.T. Is Grossly Underappreciated

So, I was jamming to Big K.R.I.T.’s new song “Confetti” this morning and I had a thought: why don’t more people talk about how fucking dope he is, son? I mean, this dude has never dropped a wack project and he’s still flying under the radar, man. Ok, yes, he does have a strong fan base and does well for himself, but in my eyes, he should be a way bigger artist. With that being said, why isn’t K.R.I.T. as big as his peers?

Now, to be clear, I’ve been a Krizzle fan for a long time now. I came to the fold around the time he dropped his K.R.I.T. Wuz Here mixtape. Listen, the first time I heard “Glass House” with Curren$y and Wiz Khalifa, I wanted to break things, fam. Look, that song has one of the hardest bass lines EVER, bruh! In any case, as both a rapper and a producer, K.R.I.T. consistently puts out great bodies of work. So, I never understood why he isn’t mentioned in the same class as a Kendrick Lamar or a J. Cole. Shit, to me, he’s just as talented as any of the upper echelon artists.

Anyway, if anyone wants to hear what I hear in K.R.I.T., then here’s some homework, son. Everyone needs to go listen to K.R.I.T. Wuz Here, Return of 4eva, Live from the Underground and Cadillactica. Keeping it a buck, that should prepare folks for his upcoming 4eva Is A Mighty Long Time album. All I know is, based on the aforementioned “Confetti” and “Keep The Devil Off,” this record is already sounding amazing, man. I shall definitely be there when the album drops, people.

In the end, it’s about time that this man got his just due, son. At some point, consistency and talent have to pay off, man. On the real, K.R.I.T. has already proven his worth, fam. Now, it’s time to let him cook, bruh. LC out.

So… Kendrick Lamar Bought His Sister A Toyota

Ok, this is going to be one of those posts where I show my age, son. I mean, are people really criticizing Kendrick Lamar for buying his sister a Toyota Camry? Man, that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard. I swear, people have really skewed views on responsible behavior, fam. Shit, maybe that’s why so many internet trolls are broke, bruh. Clearly, they’d much rather make memes than make smart decisions.

Now, for those who missed it, Kendrick’s sister, Kayla Duckworth, just graduated from high school. As a present for her accomplishment, Kung Fu Kenny bought her a 2017 Camry. Naturally, she was excited about her gift, so she posted a picture on Instagram. From there, a few haters judged K.Dot for getting her a Toyota instead of a more expensive car. So, with all of that being said, why on Earth would he cop his teenage sister a luxury car?

Look, call me Buzz Killington, but a kid who can’t buy cigarettes or legally drink doesn’t need a high priced car. I don’t care how much money their family has in the bank. Bruh, this girl just graduated from high school! Why the fuck does she need a Mercedes, BMW or Lexus? I mean, who in their right mind would trust a teenager with a car that costs more than college tuition? Fam, that’s absolutely ridiculous. Someone that age needs to prove that they can take care of basic shit before they have the world handed to them.

Keeping it a buck, I know my sons are going to want cars one day. Regardless of my income, them dudes better be grateful for a Toyota or a Honda. Shit, I can afford a Benz and I still drive my Camry, man. Side note, my wife actually thinks I’m cheap, so maybe I’m not the best example, son. Look, I’m frugal with my money, fam. Growing up broke made me appreciate shit. In any case, Kendrick is smart for his economic purchase. I guarantee, once his sister is old enough, he’ll probably splurge on something more age appropriate. Ultimately, let that man cook, bruh.

In the end, nothing else needs to be said, son. Online haters need to get a life, man. Shit, if they made smarter decisions, then maybe they wouldn’t have the time to judge from behind a keyboard. Well, such is life, fam. Anyway, let me get back to worrying about my money, kid. LC out.

Handclaps For Kendrick Lamar!

So, I’m going to keep this post short today, man. Ultimately, I’m just here to congratulate Kendrick Lamar on the success of DAMN. I mean, let’s just keep it a buck for a second, son. This man hasn’t missed yet, fam. On the real, he’s never dropped a wack project and that’s including the mixtapes. Now, I’m not going to join the Peter Rosenberg bandwagon and proclaim that Kendrick is the best rapper ever. However; I can say that he’s successfully put himself on the level of the greatest emcees of all time. With that being said, let’s give that man his flowers while he can smell them.

Now, day after day, I see people complain about the state of music. At this point, there have been countless dissertations about why subgenres like “mumble rap” are trash. For me, instead of railing against shit I don’t like, I’d much rather champion the music I actually dig. So, I take pride in seeing songs like “HUMBLE.go number-one on the Billboard Hot 100. I take pride in seeing all of the songs on DAMN. set streaming records. Listen, there’s so much good music out here, so why waste time talking about the shit we don’t like? All in all, we should just jam out to whatever makes us move and call it a damn day, son.

In the end, there really isn’t much more to say here, fam. Shit, Kendrick did it again, man. Anyway, before I go, let’s just run through my favorite songs from the project. As of right now, I’m jamming out to “DNA.“, “ELEMENT.”, “LOYALTY.”, “HUMBLE.”, “FEAR.” and “DUCKWORTH.” Let’s keep the good music rolling, son. LC out.

How Is Kendrick Lamar Misogynistic?

So, I won’t lie, son, I’m confused. I’m thoroughly, thoroughly confused by some of the criticism Kendrick Lamar is receiving for his “HUMBLE.” lyrics. Now, maybe I’m not as in touch with women’s issues as I thought I was. However; I truly don’t understand how anything he said in that song could be considered misogynistic. All I know is, I would really like someone to explain the problem to me.

Now, before I continue, I’d like to give my audience some advice. Everyone needs to go listen to Kendrick’s new song, son! I mean, that shit is hard as nails, bruh! First off, Mike WiLL Made-It killed the beat. Second, Kendrick resurrected the beat and then killed it again. Third… well, there is no “third,” man. Look, just listen to the song, people!

Moving on, the mini uproar started when Kendrick made a reference to stretch marks in the second verse. Now, the lyrics in question are as follows:

“I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop

Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor

Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretch marks

Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks”

Ok, on face value, I see no reason to beef with these bars, son. When I heard these lines, I took them as him encouraging women to embrace who they naturally are. Yes, women absolutely have the right to make any change they see fit. However; a lady’s individuality should be uplifted too, man. No, a woman should not be defined solely based on her looks, but just because a man makes a comment doesn’t mean that’s all he values from the opposite sex.

Look, we live in a society that constantly tries to dictate the standard of beauty. Day after day, tons of women go to the same plastic surgeons in an effort to look like some stereotypical type of person. I mean, just take one look at all of the “models” on Instagram, son. I literally can’t tell a lot of them apart anymore. To make matters worse, others are actually dying from trying to keep up with these homogeneous depictions of femininity.

Hell, just look at the story of Kanye West‘s mom, Donda West. Apparently, she didn’t feel beautiful enough while living in Los Angeles. So, she tried to alter her appearance and it led to her death. Too add insult to injury, Kanye has previously stated that he blames himself for exposing her to this kind of environment. Ultimately, what was it all for, man?

In the end, despite the length of this post, I still don’t feel like I have a handle on this situation. With that being said, can someone explain the issue to me? I never thought I’d see the day when someone would be criticized for telling women that they’re beautiful the way they are. I guess I’m just clueless out here, bruh. LC out.

’25’ Ain’t Got Sh*t On ‘Lemonade’

Look, son, I don’t need much evidence to prove my thesis. I mean, if anyone watched the Grammys last night, they’d know that even Adele knows 25 doesn’t hold a candle to Lemonade. During her speech for Album of the Year, Adele essentially told the Grammy committee and the world that Beyoncé deserved that award. Shit, outside of her “black friends” comment that she’s catching hell for, Adele was just trying to do the Lord‘s work, man. I mean, it’s not like the Grammys have an interest in doing the right thing. Needless to say, as last night showed, the Grammys got it wrong… again.

Now, I could make the argument that Black artists are consistently overlooked in all of the “General Field” categories. However; for today, I’m going to stick with Album of the Year. Namely because this is where the most egregious errors are normally made. Year after year after year, the highest award in music ends up going to the wrong fucking album, son. Ok, yes, Adele sells a lot of albums. We all know that, man. But Beyoncé’s album shifted culture… again.

Man, when she put out “Formation,” a million think pieces and White tears QUICKLY followed. Black people praised the optics of one of our biggest stars tackling social injustice. White pundits bemoaned the fact that a star of her caliber made them so uncomfortable. In addition, she shut the Super Bowl DOWN in all of her Black Panthersinspired glory. Now, Adele’s “Hello” was a great song, but it didn’t affect the world like Beyoncé. As for the rest of Adele’s album, it basically sounded like I’m Still 21. She essentially remade her previous album and cashed in. On the other hand, Beyoncé’s sound continued to evolve and she became more daring in her decision-making.

With all of that being said, I really don’t know why I’m acting surprised, man. This is what the Grammys does, son. They continually find a way to reward the less deserving. I mean, this is the same awards show that gave the Album of the Year trophy to Taylor Swift‘s 1989 over Kendrick Lamar‘s To Pimp a Butterfly. This is the same show that gave the trophy to Beck‘s Morning Phase over Beyoncé’s self-titled album. This is the same show that gave the trophy to Herbie Hancock‘s River: The Joni Letters over Kanye West‘s Graduation AND Amy Winehouse‘s Back to Black. Now, Herbie is an undisputed legend, but come the fuck on, man! Are we really playing this game right now? The list goes on and on and on, son. If I decided to look at any random year, odds are I’ll vehemently disagree with whoever got that award.

Ultimately, I believe in the Grammys… in theory. However; in actuality, it’s always a shit show, son. I love the idea of artists being rewarded for their work, but the night always ends up being a travesty. *Sigh* I don’t even know why I keep watching this show, man. In any case, I’ll probably be back at it next year. LC out.

A ‘Not Really A Review’ Review Of The Weeknd’s ‘Starboy’

So, in my eyes, this post is not really a review of The Weeknd‘s new Starboy album. Instead, I simply just want to talk about some of my favorite songs, son. It’s really that simple, man. Now, I’m not a complete Stan for every song on this album, but shiiiiit, there are some JAMS on here, bro! With that being said, let’s go through some of them.

First, I want to break these songs into tiers. For me, there are three tiers: “Fucking Unimpeachable,” “I Rock With These” and “Meh.” I’m only going to talk about the first two tiers, though. There’s really no sense in talking about the songs I’m kind of indifferent about. So, let’s start with “Fucking Unimpeachable,” son. In my eyes, and ears, there are four songs in that tier: “Starboy,” “Party Monster,” “Six Feet Under” and “Die for You.” Add up the Daft Punk 808‘s on “Starboy,” the EVERYTHING on “Party Monster,” the Future harmonies on “Six Feet Under” and the chorus on “Die for You” and we get fucking perfection, man. Literal perfection, bro.

Now, the songs in my “I Rock With These” tier are “Rockin'”, no pun intended, “Sidewalks” and “A Lonely Night.” To me, it’s no coincidence that superproducer Max Martin is responsible for two of these records. Side note, I want everyone to go and Google his name before continuing this post. I mean, that dude has produced damn near EVERY hit song since the late 1990‘s. This includes The Weeknd’s own number-one hit, “Can’t Feel My Face.” The wildest part is, I’m not even slightly exaggerating about this. He’s owned the Billboard Hot 100 for the last twenty years, man. In any case, add up the synth arpeggio/chorus on “Rockin'”, the guitars on “Sidewalks” and the hook on “A Lonely Night” and that satisfies my jam criteria, son.

In the end, that’s just how I feel, man. I fucks with this album, bro. Now, is it like his previous albums? Not really, but who really cares, though? He couldn’t be the dark room and cocaine cowboy forever, son. Let that man cook with his Pop stardom. Good day.