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.

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This J.I.D Album Is Crazy!

So, I’m going to keep this post super brief, son. Long story short, this new J.I.D album is crazy, man! I mean, this dude is RAPPING rapping, fam. Like, the amount of words he’s able to fit on this DiCaprio 2 album is fucking nuts, bruh! Side note, I’ve seen this project listed as an album and a mixtape. Which one is it, brethren? Then again, in this current era, who the fuck knows, folks? In any case, J.I.D has successfully transformed himself from a high-potential prospect to a full-on monster, people. All in all, everybody needs to get down with the getdown.

Now, like I’ve said earlier, I won’t waste anymore of people’s time, son. Shit, I’ve said my piece, man. The rhymes are fire, the beats are hard and the hooks are serviceable. What more do folks need to know, fam? Exactly. So, I’m just going to highlight some of the songs I fuck with below. At the end of the day, J. Cole did the right thing by signing J.I.D, bruh. Hell, Kendrick Lamar comparisons aside, this dude has a bright future ahead of him, people. Hasta luego (pun intended)! LC out.

My First A3C Festival

So, let me be real, son. I’m not here to talk about the nonsense that prematurely ended the A3C Festival, man. Frankly, I don’t want a couple minutes of idiocy to overshadow a great event, fam. Keeping it a buck, along with the A3C Conference, the entire week was fantastic for Hip-Hop and for Atlanta. All I know is, this may have been my first year attending, but it certainly won’t be my last, bruh.

Ok, before I continue, allow me to be honest, son. On the real, I didn’t get a chance to enjoy the whole conference, man. Now, if my memory is right, the conference portion started last Wednesday. However, I didn’t make it to the A until Friday. In any case, there were tons of panels and workshops to help aspiring artists reach their goals. There were a lot of great resources and a multitude of influential people who could do great things for an artist’s career.

Now, while I may have missed some of the good stuff, I was still involved in some dope shit, fam. First, thanks to my bro Mike Walbert, the Executive Director of A3C, I was able to meet members of the Wu-Tang Clan at a private art show for Atlanta artists. All I can say is, dapping up RZA was definitely a highlight for me, bruh. I mean, the Wu were/are a HUGE part of my musical identity, son. Needless to say, I was doing my best to not be a visibly overzealous stan, son.

Moving on, the festival itself was even better than advertised, man. Shit, in a two-night period, I got to see J.I.D, Talib Kweli, Wu-Tang and Dipset, fam. For God‘s sake, I don’t know how to explain how amped I was, bruh. Anyway, I didn’t get a chance to see Lil Wayne because I had a show of my own that night. Side note, shout-out to Scott Morris, Asia Golden, my dude Zeyi and the whole Mor.Bookings team for looking out. Shit was definitely live at iLounge, son.

In any case, I also missed the stupidity that prematurely ended Wayne’s set, man. However, based on the accounts of my folks in attendance, two dudes starting fighting in VIP, someone else incorrectly stated that they heard gunshots and then everybody started running. Hell, based on situations like the Las Vegas shooting, people don’t want to take that chance, fam. Sadly, a disagreement between two idiots ruined a show for EVERYONE! *Sigh* An entire week of awesomeness was dampened by the actions of a few. All in all, I hope this is not the only thing that people take away from this, bruh.

In the end, I don’t want folks to lose sight of the fact that A3C was/is a great time, son. Ultimately, I’ll be back next year and early enough to enjoy everything. By and by, these type of festivals are great for Hip-Hop, man. At the end of the day, two dumbasses can’t change that, fam. That is all. LC out.