Enough Of The Goofy Sh*t, Nicki Minaj & Cardi B

So, let me keep it a buck, son. At this point, I don’t care who’s right, who’s wrong or who wrote what bar to what song. Frankly, Nicki Minaj and Cardi B need to knock off the goofy shit already. On the real, both of these women are successful, so why do they feel the need to continuously snipe at each other? I mean, honestly, what the fuck are they even fighting about, man? Seriously, as ugly as this feud has gotten, is it even based on anything real? Look, there’s enough room in the Rap game for the two of them. All in all, they need to just make music and leave the fuckery to 50 Cent and Ja Rule.

Ok, I won’t lie, fam. Real talk, I have no intention of outlining the details of the latest round between Nicki and Cardi. Hell, I’ll leave that shit to Pitchfork, bruh. In any case, all folks need to know is, the two rappers came for each other’s jugular veins on Twitter and Instagram last night. All I know is, I can’t keep track of who’s lying, who got punched by who or who was offered some fashion deal first. Shit, in the grand scheme of things, none of that fucking matters, son. From my vantage point, Nicki and Cardi need to just focus on themselves. Regardless of who people think is right, they both look nuts for engaging in such a manner. Like, don’t they have songs to record and shows to perform? Who the fuck has time for this nonsense, man?

In the end, I have nothing else to say, fam. Ultimately, Nicki and Cardi need to cut the foolishness out, bruh. By and by, Nicki’s place is already solidified and Cardi is as hot as any rapper has even been. At the end of the day, both of these women are doing the damn thing. So, they need to stop worrying about one another and get back to business. Or just scrap it out one time. Yes, I’m a hypocrite, son. A good 5-minute tussle will settle all differences, man. That is all. LC out.

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We Have To Be Honest About XXXTentacion

So, I won’t lie, son. I’m fairly certain that there’s going to be a number of people upset with this post, man. But, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t keep it a buck, fam. With that being said, we all have to be honest about XXXTentacion. Now, to be clear, I’m not here to tell anybody to stop playing his songs. I mean, music has always been subjective, bruh. He might not have been my favorite artist, but that doesn’t take away from what others felt about him. In any case, we all have to call a spade a spade, brethren. On the real, XXX had a VERY problematic history with women and violence.

Ok, for those who missed it, Pitchfork just put out a damning report on XXX. Now, based on secretly recorded audio, XXX seemed to admit to a number of egregious crimes, namely the repeated assault of his ex-girlfriend. Listen, the domestic violence allegations against him aren’t new, son. Shit, I’ve mentioned these exact stories on more than one occasion. However, XXX always claimed innocence and even pleaded not guilty to the charges against him. In any case, it’s not a good look to now hear him blatantly say that he started beating his ex up after she supposedly cheated on him.

To make matters worse, that wasn’t the only crime that XXX copped to. On the tape, he also alluded to a stabbing incident that happened in Florida. Now, based on the original reports, three people were stabbed at Deerfield Beach. Instead, XXX insisted that eight people were actually cut. On top of that, he talked about slicing a former manager. All in all, this dude was on tape just admitting to all sorts of wild shit, man. The way I see it, he was a clear example of “hurt people hurt people.” Hell, he’d clearly gone through some things in life and foolishly took it out on the outside world.

In the end, I’m not here to spit on a man’s grave. But, I also feel like hero worship causes people to dilute the truth. Ultimately, XXX was a troubled fucking dude, fam. By and by, folks can’t properly tell his story without also mentioning his (clear) flaws, bruh. Regardless, he still didn’t deserve to die the way he did. At the end of the day, he was still young as fuck, son. He could’ve eventually fashioned himself into a better human being. Alas, we’ll never know, man. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Despite everything I’ve just wrote, Vic Mensa was out of line for dissing XXX during the cypher at the BET Hip Hop Awards. Look, it’s one thing to call out a person’s bad behavior, son. It’s another thing to say “we all know you won’t live that long” and speak about wanting to catch fade with DJ Akademiks at XXX’s eulogy. Nah, that’s gross, man. Listen, I’m actually a fan of Mensa’s music, but he needs to stop all of the goofy shit, fam. Just make records, bruh. Good day.

An Unabashed Love Letter To Solange

Getting straight to the point, I love Solange Knowles. I’ve actually always loved Solange Knowles. For anyone who thinks I’m lying, just ask my fiancée. I’m sure she’s convinced I’d leave her for either Solange or Tina Knowles. Shit, both women could get it, son. In regards to Mama Knowles, I luh the cougars, bro. In any case, when it comes to music, I’ve actually enjoyed Solange’s records a lot longer than Beyoncé‘s. Side bar, I pray to God the BeyHive doesn’t massacre me for uttering that. With that being said, I do acknowledge that Bey’s last two albums are fucking flawless. But, with the release of A Seat at the Table, Solo has effectively released an album that’s at least on par with her sister’s greatest work.

Now, to be real, I’m not going to write a real review of her new album. At this point, there are too many think pieces about the record to even count. All anyone needs to do is hit up Google and find whatever type of commentary they want. For example, the good folks over at Pitchfork wrote a review that I fuck with. They understand the greatness that is Solo. In any case, I’d much rather talk about the fact that Solange finally made an album that fully encapsulates the personality she’s showcased over the years.

If anyone’s familiar with her interviews or her social media presence, it’s safe to say that Solange doesn’t hold her tongue. She’s not afraid to speak about issues that affect her, her family, women or the Black community. Hell, when it comes to family, even her brother-in-law could get it, son. Jay-Z may be the greatest rapper ever, but he can still catch these hands, bruh. Moving on, with every record she’s released, Solo Star notwithstanding, she’s inched closer to the artistic statement I believe she’s always wanted to make.

From “T.O.N.Y.” on Sol-Angel and the Hadley St. Dreams to “Lovers in the Parking Lot” on her True EP, the ingredients that would eventually comprise her new album were already visible. This time around, with the assistance of Raphael Saadiq and an incredible cast of musicians, she’s fully unlocked the code. So, it goes without saying, every song on this album is my fucking jam, son. As of right now, if I had to pick a favorite song, “Don’t Touch My Hair” is the wave, man. Outside of her contributions, special guest Sampha can do no wrong, in my eyes.

All in all, if anyone hasn’t listened to the album yet, stop being a fucktard and do the appropriate thing. Also, as a side note, Solange’s husband better do right by her, son. Otherwise, I’ll be waiting in the cut to pick up the pieces. Hopefully, my lady didn’t read that last sentence. Good day.