The BeyHive Needs To Chill

So, let me be honest, son. On the real, I’m legitimately scared right now, man. I mean, no one in their right mind wants to run afoul of the BeyHive, fam. Frankly, I’m more frightened of them than the Bloods and Crips combined, bruh. In any case, the BeyHive really needs to chill, brethren. All in all, they truly have to relax on terrorizing innocent people.

Ok, for those who missed it, Jay-Z and Beyoncé were courtside for Game 4 between the Golden State Warriors and the Toronto Raptors. Moving on, there was a point where Hov was chopping it up with Nicole Curran, the wife of the owner of the Warriors. Now, in terms of positioning, Bey was sitting in between Jay and Curran while this conversation was occurring. Anyway, at some point, Bey’s face got serious, for who knows what reason. All I know is, that’s when shit went haywire, son.

Now, immediately following this incident, the BeyHive went into attack mode. I mean, they found Curran’s Instagram page and hit her with every bee emoji that social media would allow. Like, it got to the point where the woman had to defend herself AND Bey’s publicist had to tell the BeyHive to fall back. All I can say is, what are we doing out here, man? Shit, we have NO idea why Bey made that face. Hell, she could’ve just wanted to watch the game, fam. The fact is, the BeyHive went full Rambo without context, bruh. Real talk, if Bey was getting argumentative with Curran, then I’d probably understand. But damn, at least let the drama pop off before trying to hit this woman with the guillotine, son.

In the end, I’ve probably taken a major chance, man. Ultimately, criticizing the BeyHive is a risky move, fam. By and by, I might’ve put my life in danger, bruh. The truth is, my own wife would willingly sacrifice me to the Beyoncé gods, son. At the end of the day, I don’t want any problems, brethren. Frankly, I’m just trying to let the BeyHive know it’s okay to take their trigger fingers off of the chopper. Listen, they don’t always have to air out the entire room, folks. That is all. LC out.

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Anderson .Paak’s ‘Ventura’ Got ‘Oxnard’ The F*ck Outta Here

So, before I begin, let me say that I’m a fan of Anderson .Paak’s Oxnard. Yes, I know that a lot of people were lukewarm about it, but that album had a couple of bangers, son. I mean, “Headlow,” “Anywhere” and “Sweet Chick” are some of the best songs he’s ever made, man. Side note, I dug “Anywhere” so much that I couldn’t help but play it on Instagram, fam. In any case, despite some high moments, the album wasn’t as great as we all wanted it to be. With that being said, he destroyed shit on this new Ventura album, bruh.

Ok, let’s address the elephant in the room, son. Listen, we all know why Oxnard wasn’t what it should’ve been. On the real, it’s Dr. Dre’s fault, man. Now, before the internet flambés me, let me explain, fam. Look, Dr. Dre is the greatest Hip Hop producer of all time. Like, everyone can have their own personal favorites, but no producer in the history of Rap has accomplished as much as Dre. Despite that, he didn’t need to produce shit on .Paak’s album, bruh. Frankly, .Paak has already established his sound. Keeping it a buck, Dre should’ve just let him do his thing, folks.

Real talk, .Paak is an incredible musician and live performer, son. Because of this, I want all of his songs to embrace his strengths, man. Why would I want to hear “Who R U?” when I can rock out to “King James”? The truth is, Ventura encapsulates all of .Paak’s abilities, fam. All I know is, I can’t wait to see him perform this shit live, bruh.

In the end, there’s nothing else to say here, son. Ultimately, Anderson .Paak’s new album is dope as hell, man. By and by, everyone needs to go out and listen to Ventura, fam. For God’s sake, he has André 3000, Smokey Robinson, Lalah Hathaway, Jazmine Sullivan, Sonyae Elise, Brandy and Nate Dogg on the same project, bruh. What else needs to be said? Nothing. LC out.

P.S.Reachin’ 2 Much” with Lalah Hathaway is my JAM right now, son. That is all.

Drake Is Right About The Grammys

So, I won’t lie, son. As an aspiring musician, I would love to win a Grammy one day. On the real, I’m not going to pretend like I wouldn’t want that gold trophy on my mantle, man. However, I’m not one of those artists who believes that my art would be defined by a metal gramophone. With that being said, I 1000% agree with Drake’s acceptance speech. Real talk, as long as artists have dedicated fans, they’ve already won, fam.

Ok, for those who missed it, Drake actually showed up to the Grammy Awards last night. Anyway, his song “God’s Plan” ended up winning the award for Best Rap Song. Now, when Drake went up onstage to get his trophy, he kept it super funky with everyone watching. Essentially, he told all of the artists that awards like this don’t define them. According to Aubrey, as long as musicians have fans willing to support their songs, they don’t need validation from antiquated institutions. All I know is, he’s absolutely right, bruh.

Listen, the Grammys have notoriously gotten shit wrong when it comes to Hip-Hop and R&B, son. I mean, Herbie Hancock is a damn legend, but there’s no way his album was better than Kanye West’s Graduation, man. There’s no way that Taylor Swift’s 1989 was better than Kendrick Lamar’s To Pimp a Butterfly. Shit, even Adele knew that 25 wasn’t better than Beyoncé’s Lemonade, fam. She basically said as much during her acceptance speech, bruh. The point is, artists, especially Black artists, need to realize that these awards don’t make or break them. All in all, they’re winners regardless, brethren.

In the end, the Grammys ain’t low for cutting Drake’s speech short, son. Yeah, the committee tried to say they thought he was finished, but we don’t believe that, man. Ultimately, Drake used his platform to say some real shit and the powers that be didn’t like it, fam. By and by, he’s still the biggest artist in the world and there’s nothing they can do about it, bruh. At the end of the day, folks ain’t gonna stop bumping Drake because the Grammys are mad at him, people. It is what it is. That is all. LC out.

P.S. I’m going to try my best to leave Jennifer Lopez alone, son. All I can say is, I don’t know what Motown she ever watched, man. The fact is, I wasn’t here for her “Jenny From The Block” remix of Berry Gordy’s brainchild, fam. And I’m a Bronx dude saying that, bruh. *Sigh* Good day.

Jacquees Gotta Chill, Son

So, I won’t lie, man. Real talk, I was really trying to avoid this Jacquees shit, fam. I mean, no one in their right mind needs to debate if he’s the “King of R&B.” Shit, it’s a no for all of us, dawg. However, after I saw the nonsense he pulled with Keith Sweat, it’s about time that Jacquees got checked, bruh. All in all, confidence is one thing, son. On the flip side, hubris is the shit that got Conor McGregor choked out, folks.

Ok, for those who missed it (or have no idea who Jacquees is), this dude has been running around talking cash shit, son. Now, it all started when homie hopped on social media and declared himself “King of R&B” for this generation. Needless to say, the internet let him have it, man. Like, just a couple of months ago, he was getting clipped by DJ Mustard and Ella Mai for jacking that “Trip” song. Now he’s the King? Fam. Just… fam. Come on, bruh. In any case, his tomfoolery caused the internet to crown the real Kings and the consensus seemed to be R. Kelly, Usher and Chris Brown. Side note, we all know that R. Kelly is gross, people. But, his discography does speak for itself. It’s just a damn shame that it had to come from him, brethren.

With all of that being said, I was STILL gonna let Jacquees slide, son. That was until he decided to disrespect the Gawd, Keith Sweat. Now, after TMZ asked Sweat if he was the King, Jacquees jumped from the top turnbuckle and rudely interrupted him. From there, he stated that he’s got everyone from ages 16 to 25 on lock and that Sweat is basically the King of the old heads. All I know is, the Harlem dude in Sweat wanted to slap fire out of Jacquees, man. Shit, I would’ve encouraged the hell out of that, fam. On the real, Jacquees needs to chill the fuck out, bruh.

Listen, like I’ve said before, there’s nothing wrong with confidence. Keeping it a buck, all artists need it in order to face the public. But, there’s a thin line between confidence and arrogance, son. Face it, Jacquees has accomplished nothing yet. Now, that doesn’t mean he won’t ever make it big, man. However, he hasn’t popped off anywhere near the level of the artists he’s disrespecting. Hell, forget the legends, fam. He hasn’t even done it on the level of his peers, bruh. Seriously, I don’t know anyone who can name 3 Jacquees songs. Look, I know that may sound like a diss, but it’s not, folks. I’m just making a point that he has a lot more work to do, brethren. All I can say is, the shenanigans aren’t helping his case, people.

In the end, Jacquees needs to fall back and just make music, son. Ultimately, if the songs are dope enough, they’ll hit the people, man. By and by, we don’t need R&B singers to start trolling, fam. At the end of the day, that type of behavior is corny, bruh. Knock it off, Jacquees. That is all. LC out.

Umm, I Love Jill Scott

Disclaimer: My wife knows I love Jill Scott. Like, I looooove Jill Scott. So, don’t judge me, son. I’m going to be out here wilin’ today.

Ok, let’s just skip the formalities, man. Real talk, if anyone has ever listened to Jill Scott’s music, they’d already know she’s a freak freak, fam. With that being said, the video circulating around social media shouldn’t be a surprise, bruh. Regardless, the creep in me gives her two thumbs up, folks. I mean, come on, people! This is Grade A entertainment, brethren! All jokes aside, I didn’t need another reason to crush on Jill Scott. However, she definitely gave me one.

Now, for those who missed it, Scott is out here letting her freak flag fly. Apparently, at a (recent?) show, Scott gave the crowd a preview of her fellatio game. Like, she went through ALL of the steps on her microphone, son. She started with no hands, THEN she hit the two-hand pepper mill, THEN she gave some love to the balls and THEN she let the mic finish on her face. Side note, if anyone thinks I’m being crude, just watch the video, man. I didn’t make up any of this, fam. In any case, her simulation has opposing opinions on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.

Look, let’s be honest here, bruh. On the real, if anybody is taken aback by Scott’s actions, then they must’ve never heard a word she’s sang, son. Hell, before I continue, I want everyone to read some of her lyrics below:

Love slipped from my lips, dripped down my chin and landed in his lap…

Creamy lava landed on my skin and neck, blended with my all day Chanel scent…

Flip side, stomach meets sheets, he plows inside as if he’s making beats…

Listen, the moral of the story is, Scott’s BEEN with the shits, man. Frankly, that’s one of the main reasons why I’ve had a crush on her for so long, fam. Shit, her musical talents are a given, bruh. Plainly put, she has one of the best singing voices ever. However, she’s also freaky as a muhfucka, dawg. For God‘s sake, who doesn’t love that, man?!

In the end, long live Jill Scott! Ultimately, this video proves that she wasn’t bullshitting in them lyrics, son. By and by, Scott is exactly who she said she was, fam. At the end of the day, I’m here for all of it, bruh. Now, let me go holla at my wife and apologize for my public thirst. Good day. LC out.

I Bangs With This Ella Mai Album

So, I won’t lie, son. Real talk, I had two distinct and conflicting feelings while listening to Ella Mai‘s self-titled debut album. On one hand, the production and overall sonic quality is high on this record, son. On the other hand, I’m too grown for some of her subject matter, man. But, that ain’t even her fault, fam. I mean, she’s 23 years old, bruh. I was doing PLENTY of fuckity-fuck shit at that age, folks. In any case, the moral of the story is, I bangs with Ella Mai’s album, people.

Now, where to start, son. Ok, I must say that the production on this album is awesome, man. On the real, I’ve got to give props to DJ Mustard, fam. He did a damn good job curating this project, bruh. Instead of just relying on himself, he brought in other producers like Bryan-Michael Cox, Harmony Samuels and Nana Rogues to keep the vibe going. Sonically speaking, the music is an updated take on good 90s R&B, people. All in all, we can never go wrong with dope chords & dope harmonies, brethren.

Moving on, my only gripe with the album is not really a gripe at all. Frankly, the subject matter is young as fuck, son. However, like I’ve said before, Ella Mai is young as fuck, man. So, it makes sense that she would make a song like “Good Bad.” All I know is, I’m way too grown to deal with a chick who unapologetically has a bad attitude. Nah, baby girl, take that fuckery somewhere else. All I know is, LC ain’t got time to put up with senseless brattiness.

In the end, I recommend the album, fam. Ultimately, I appreciate anyone trying to make a good R&B record in 2018. Hell, despite being a rapper myself, I’m not the biggest fan of R&B being completely consumed by Hip-Hop. By and by, I want singers to sing, bruh. At the end of the day, there’s still room for that, son. That is all. LC out.

P.S. My favorite songs on the album right now are “Dangerous,” “Cheap Shot” and “Gut Feeling.” Shout-out to H.E.R., by the way. Good day.