Roddy Ricch Got Justin Bieber Looking Goofy

So, before I even begin, let me just say that “The Box” by Roddy Ricch is my SHIT, son. I mean, from the Justin Timberlake/Ciara sample to the “eee ooo” to the idea of Cash App‘ing a chick for soul removal, the entire record works, man. With that being said, I’m super glad that Roddy kept Justin Bieber from going #1, fam. All in all, the goofy shit has to stop, bruh.

Ok, for those who missed it, Bieber also released some new music. Now, after a temporary break, Bieber came back to the scene with this “Yummy” record. From there, he gave his fans a bunch of instructions on how to make the song go #1 on the Billboard Hot 100. Hell, fans had to download some shit, let it play all night, sacrifice a chicken AND solve for X, son. The point is, there was NOTHING organic about how Bieber was trying to play the game, man.

Now, to be fair, Bieber didn’t invent this strategy, fam. Shit, for a few albums now, I’ve seen Chris Brown do the same thing, bruh. However, I thought it was doofy when he did it too. Like, I understand that this is the music business and it’s a numbers-driven racket, but c’mon son. Real talk, if the record is that dope, the fans will flock to it, brethren. I mean, that’s EXACTLY what happened with Roddy Ricch. WE loved the record and that’s why it’s a hit right now, folks. Frankly, it’s hilarious that Bieber did all of this work just to come in second, people.

The fact of the matter is, Roddy put out a better song and the masses championed it. Side note, I’m 34 years old and had my first taste of vagina in 1997. All I know is, I’ve NEVER called it “that yummy.” Who the fuck did Bieber make that song for, son? People who’ve never had box themselves (pun intended)? Anyway, I appreciated the fact that Roddy shaded Bieber by telling fans to go stream “Yummy.” The fact is, Bieber was CLEARLY salty that his algorithm of steps didn’t work, man.

In the end, I wouldn’t be sad if I never heard “Yummy” again. But, I’m legitimately playing “The Box” as I write this, fam. Ultimately, the fans beat the algorithm, bruh. By and by, Bieber should just worry about making a better song and not trying to outsmart the system. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Despite the tone of this post, I actually fucks with some of Bieber’s music, son. On the real, both Journals and Purpose have bangers on them. Keeping it a buck, “Yummy” just wasn’t it, man. It happens, fam. Just go back to the drawing board and come out with some heat, bruh. Good day.

Don’t Let Musicians Raise You

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, as a musician myself, this entire post may be hypocritical as fuck, man. In addition, I can think of numerous examples that go against what I’m about to say. Regardless, Juice WRLD‘s death highlighted something that I’ve felt for a long time, fam. All in all, we need to stop letting musicians raise us, bruh. Meaning, we have to quit letting the words/actions of our favorite artists influence the way we live, brethren.

Ok, before I continue, let me make something clear, son. Now, despite what the above picture may suggest, I do not exactly blame Future for Juice WRLD’s death. Yes, Future may have influenced Juice to try drugs that he had no business doing, but Juice was still his own man. The fact is, Juice was on the hook for his personal decisions, man. With all of that being said, artists still need to take some responsibility for the messages they’re putting out there, fam.

Keeping it a buck, I had a crisis of conscience while listening to Future’s DS2 yesterday. On one hand, I fucking LOVE that album, bruh. I mean, on more than one occasion, I’ve joked about being the Treasurer of the FutureHive, son. Seriously, just type “FutureHive” in the search bar, man. All jokes aside, like five posts will pop up, fam. Anyway, while I thoroughly enjoy homie’s music, the songs don’t influence me to do anything, bruh. Like, I have NO intention of trying any of the substances that Future croons about, folks. The problem is, impressionable kids like Juice WRLD did and still do, people.

Now, after my initial thought, I remembered a lot of the music that I grew up on. The truth is, I started smoking weed because of Rap songs. I wanted to “fuck bitches” because of Rap songs. Then, I wanted to “make love all night” instead because of R&B songs. Frankly, before I truly learned who I was, I based a lot of my personality on what my favorite musicians said/did, son. All I can say is, that’s a very dangerous way to live, man. For every J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar or Common, there are countless artists who are inspiring kids to do the wrong shit, fam. The way I see it, the visible adults in these kids’ lives need to do more to shape these malleable souls.

In the end, I’ve officially become my mother, bruh. Ultimately, I used to HATE it when she criticized the music that I loved. But, I absolutely get it now, son. By and by, it’s easy for me to say that the adults need to do more. It’s easy for me to say that the previous generation needs to advise the youth better. Shit, when I was a teenager, I wasn’t trying to listen to SHIT that my mother told me, man. However, her messages actually seeped in, fam. At the end of the day, I might not have understood it at the moment, but her wisdom didn’t go unnoticed, bruh. All I can say is, I hope these young cats have at least ONE person who can give them some knowledge. Otherwise, some of these artists may be leading them down a path of total destruction, brethren. That is all. LC out.

Whitney Houston Never Lived Her Truth

So, here we are, son. It’s 2019 and Robyn Crawford just confirmed something that we all innately knew: she had a romantic relationship with Whitney Houston. Now, if I’m being frank, Crawford’s connection with Houston is not the illuminating part of this story, man. Instead, I’m a lot more interested in the fallout from their union, fam. The way I see it, Houston never lived her truth, bruh. Because of this, she always had to hide a portion of her real self.

Ok, for those who missed it, Crawford, Houston’s lifelong friend, just released a new memoir. Now, as the title suggests, A Song for You: My Life with Whitney Houston details Crawford’s experience with the legendary singer. In totality, the book outlines the near three decades that the two women spent together. Along the way, Crawford speaks about Houston’s career, her marriage to Bobby Brown and the highs/lows of Houston’s life. But, of course, people naturally gravitated to the tales of romance between the two.

Now, according to Crawford, both women were physical with each other for about two years in the early 1980s. However, as soon as Houston’s career started to take off, the romance aspect died. Moving on, there were a few reasons why Houston felt compelled to end that part of their relationship. First, there was Cissy Houston and religion. The truth is, Whitney was worried about how she would be viewed by her mother and the church for having same-sex relations. Shit, Cissy even admitted to Oprah Winfrey that she wouldn’t have approved of Whitney being a lesbian. Furthermore, it was a well-established fact that Cissy hated Crawford for this very reason.

Second, there was Clive Davis and the music business. The fact is, all parties involved were worried about Houston’s “image.” Real talk, they didn’t believe that the general public was ready for a non-heterosexual Pop star. Sadly, they were absolutely right, son. Keeping it a buck, that era wasn’t very tolerant, man. In my eyes, Houston would’ve been shunned if she came out as lesbian or bisexual.

The thing is, I truly believe this ideology is the most backwards shit in the world, fam. So, people preferred Bobby Brown and cocaine over a same-sex relationship with Crawford? Like, that was the better choice, bruh? Side bar, I’m not blaming Brown for all of Houston’s troubles, folks. All I can say is, the two of them were fucking bad for each other. Love or not, they made piss-poor decisions together. With that being said, it would’ve been better for them to stay apart.

In the end, I honestly believe this “conformity” altered the course of Whitney Houston’s life. Ultimately, I think she would’ve been a more adjusted person if she didn’t have to hide aspects of herself. By and by, just to keep Crawford around, Houston had to make her an employee. All I know is, it didn’t have to be that way, son. At the end of the day, a person’s sexuality shouldn’t dictate how the world reacts to them. The wild part is, Houston would’ve been a lot freer if she came up in this era, man. But, that’s not the way the world works, fam. All in all, shout-out to Crawford for finally speaking her truth and RIP to the incomparable Whitney Houston. That is all. LC out.

Omarion Is The New Phil Jackson

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, we can all learn from Omarion, man. Like, his level of chill is something to behold, fam. All I know is, if Apryl Jones was my ex and Lil’ Fizz was my friend, someone would’ve been put in a rear-naked choke by now. The way I see it, Omarion is the new Phil Jackson, bruh. Meaning, he’s this generation’s Zen Master. With that being said, I can’t do anything but salute him, brethren.

Ok, for those who are unaware, Jones, the mother of Omarion’s children, and Fizz, his B2K bandmate, are dating. Now, simply on principle, this situation is all types of wrong, son. I mean, on what planet is it cool for my ex to date my homie? Shit, I don’t even know who’s fouler here, man. First, there’s Jones, who has both of Omarion’s kids. Next, there’s Fizz, who’s been in a group with Omarion since 1999. All in all, I don’t care how they cut it or slice it, fam. Furthermore, I don’t care how much Fizz tries to downplay his friendship with Omarion. The fact is, both of these muhfuckas are fucked up, bruh.

Now, if I’m being frank, the fact that Jones and Fizz are dating isn’t even my biggest problem, son. Honestly, it’s the public disrespect that gets me, man. To be fair, I’m not going to sit here and pretend like I’m aware of the inner-workings of Jones’ relationship with Omarion. For all I know, Omarion could’ve been a bastard to her, fam. But, the general masses can’t do anything but speculate about that. However, we DO know that Omarion has never publicly said/done anything shitty against Jones or Fizz. If anything, he’s taken the “I don’t care, as long as it doesn’t affect my business” approach. Yet, the two of those fuckity-fucks talk crazy about him at every turn.

Look, if anyone has watched an episode of Love & Hip Hop, they’d know that Jones spends a lot of the show talking shit about Omarion. At the same time, Fizz is always in the background, being “supportive” and claiming that he doesn’t care how Omarion feels. All the while, Omarion hasn’t said a cotdamn thing, bruh. Hell, he just did a reunion tour with B2K and still ain’t beat the brakes off of Fizz, son. In my eyes, that’s a level of self-control that I aspire to attain, man. Listen, the way my anger is setup, if I were Omarion, I would’ve done the “Touch” dance with my feet on Fizz’ face, fam.

In the end, Omarion’s zen is some otherworldly shit, bruh. Ultimately, it definitely seems like Apryl Jones and Lil’ Fizz go out of their way to disrespect him, son. By and by, I can’t speak to what happens behind closed doors. All I know is, this “new” couple is continuously going outside and acting a mutt, man. At the end of the day, it couldn’t be me, fam. Seriously, at this point, some heads would have to roll, bruh. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Apryl Jones is bad as shit, son. So, yeah, I might shoot Fizz some bail, man. Don’t judge me! Good day.

I F*cks With This Sabrina Claudio Album

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, due to the racist Fuckity-McFuckery that Sabrina Claudio tweeted back in the day, I avoided her music like the plague. I mean, if I’m being honest, I’ve never actually listened to any of her projects, man. However, after several people I know told me to peep her Truth Is album, I finally obliged. All I can say is, I like this shit a lot, fam. Real talk, she makes quality fucking music, bruh.

Ok, keeping it a buck, I have no intention of giving some long ass album review, son. The way I see it, my take is pretty simple, man. The fact is, the production, spearheaded by Sad Money, is great and her melodies/lyrics are great. Listen, I’m not a picky dude, fam. In my eyes, music is complicated but simple at the same time. Like, a great melody and good lyrics always win, bruh. Seriously, they always fucking win. For me, all I need is a vocal about heartbreak and some dope ass chords. From there, I’m all in, brethren.

In the end, I have nothing else to say, son. Ultimately, this isn’t my most in-depth review. By and by, this album is just great to listen to, man. Now, based on the artist, do I slightly feel like a sellout? Yeah, a little bit. But, like I said before, I’m just a sucker for good music, fam. All in all, below are some of the records that I fuck with the most. Moody R&B for the win, bruh! That is all. LC out.

My Problem With Summer Walker’s Album

So, before I even begin, let me say that I’m digging Summer Walker‘s new album. I mean, despite the fact that I’m a rapper, I’m probably an R&B dude at heart, son. Shit, if my singing voice were just a little better, I’d leave all of this Rap shit behind, man. In any case, despite feeling her Over It album, I have a major gripe, fam: song length. All in all, why can’t Walker just make longer songs, bruh?

Ok, for those who are unaware, Summer Walker just released her debut studio album. Side bar, artists need to knock this bullshit off, son. Hell, Chance the Rapper also tried that “debut studio album” nonsense when he already has three full-length projects in his discography. All I know is, whether Walker wants to admit it or not, Last Day of Summer is her debut album, man. Anyway, her new project, Over It, is mostly produced by London on da Track, super producer/her current boyfriend. All in all, the album fucking rides, fam. Real talk, it has a lot of good shit on there.

With all of that being said, the length of most of these tracks kill me, bruh. Like, anytime I start really getting into the song, it fucking ends, son. For example, she has an extended version of “Playing Games” with Bryson Tiller on it. The truth is, that song, with the feature, is two minutes and 23 seconds. Where was the cotdamn extension, brethren? All I can say is, on an album that has 18 tracks, only five of them are longer than three minutes. Fam, that’s not nearly enough. The way I see it, when an artist makes music that’s designed to break headboards to, the songs need to be longer than two-and-a-half minutes, man. Frankly, folks wouldn’t even be able to get a good rhythm on the pumping before the tracks end, bruh.

In the end, that’s my only issue with the album, son. Other than that, Summer Walker and London on da Track made a dope ass project, man. Ultimately, even the features are well-placed, fam. By and by, she’s got Tiller, Usher6lackPartyNextDoorA Boogie wit da HoodieJhené Aiko and Drake to hold it down with her. Moving on, below are the songs from the album that I’m currently fucking with. Gotta love good music, bruh. That is all. LC out.

Drake Should Do More Acting

So, if I’m being honest, this should be a short post today, son. I mean, I’m only here to endorse the “No Guidance” video by Chris Brown and Drake, man. On the real, I can’t remember the last time I truly laughed out loud during a music video, fam. All I know is, Drake needs to do waaaaay more acting, bruh. Seriously, he’s fucking comedic gold, folks.

Ok, I’m not going to sit here and give an entire breakdown of the video. But, I will set it up for everyone. Now, it’s no secret that there used to be bad blood between Brown and Drake. Frankly, both men couldn’t keep their feelings for Rihanna in check, son. From there, these dudes were getting into bottle fights with each other and throwing countless subliminal shots. Side note, I would absolutely knee a dude in the esophagus over Thick Rihanna. I’ve already established this, brethren. All in all, a lot of clownery was in the air between the both of them, but they were finally able to put their differences aside.

In any case, the video starts off by alluding to their previous feud. So, as a plot device, both artists act like it’ll be on site if they run into one another at this party. Anyway, when they do come face-to-face, Brown challenges Drake to a dance battle. All I can say is, this scene is where Drake kills shit, man. Like, we all know that Brown is a Top 3 dancer of all-time. However, Drake’s comedic timing is worth the price of admission, fam. Keeping it a buck, this is the same ability that he showed on Saturday Night Live, bruh. The way I see it, Drake needs to go ahead and get these Hollywood dollars, brethren. To me, he’s legitimately hilarious, folks.

In the end, I’m sure that Drake will move back to acting once he gets ALL of the music money. Ultimately, as crazy as it sounds, he could probably have a longer career in film and television than music, son. Shit, I know he’s been on top of the game for a decade, but a quality actor can work for the rest of his or her life, man. By and by, folks don’t have to take my word for it, fam. Hell, just watch the video below, bruh. At the end of the day, it’s funny as shit, people. That is all. LC out.