Megan Thee Stallion Isn’t A Snitch

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, a lot of folks are the internet are goofy, man. I mean, do cats even know what an actual snitch is? Like, the real street definition of the word “snitch”? If they did, then they’d know that this doesn’t apply to Megan Thee Stallion. The way I see it, all of this fake hood shit on social media is the absolute corniest, fam.

Ok, for those who missed it, the dingbats on social media are it again. Now, just a few days ago, Megan got on Instagram Live and publicly stated what we already knew: Tory Lanez shot her. Moving on, even though it’s obvious that she left out certain details about their argument, Megan still painted a pretty clear picture. So, according to her, she decided to finally speak her peace because of underhanded attacks that she felt were coming from Lanez’ camp. With that being said, she wanted to clarify a few things. Namely, that she never hit Lanez, the debacle wasn’t over Kylie Jenner and he apparently shot her from the back seat after she got out of their car.

Now, based on all of this new information, it remains to be seen what will happen legally. However, the response on the internet has been baffling, bruh. Like, there are really a number of people out there who are calling Megan a snitch. For real? A snitch? Are people fucking serious, son?! Listen, if Megan was committing crimes with Lanez and threw him under the bus for a reduced sentence, THEN she’d be snitching, man. Shit, that’s EXACTLY what 6ix9ine did and also why I don’t understand people’s sympathy for him. That clown was using his money to fund nefarious activities, he was putting hits out on other artists and THEN he told on everybody. Nah, these situations aren’t even remotely the same, fam. All I know is, Megan is a civilian and a domestic violence victim. She had/has every fucking right to tell on Lanez, brethren.

Even crazier, based on Megan’s account, she didn’t immediately tell the cops about what happened to her because she was scared for her life. She was scared for her life AND the livelihood of everyone else in the vehicle. Hell, from her perspective, telling the police that there was a gun in the car was an easy way to get murdered by the authorities. Now, think about that, son. This woman was already a gunshot victim and STILL didn’t trust the cops. THAT’S how much Black people don’t believe that they’ll do the right thing, man. All in all, this whole situation is a bucket of fuckery, fam.

In the end, I’m tired of the peanut gallery on the internet, bruh. Ultimately, people be so fucking strong and wrong, son. By and by, Megan Thee Stallion had/has NO obligation to hold Tory Lanez down. Frankly, his ass should’ve been in jail sooner, man. At the end of the day, there is NO excuse for what he did. Plain and simple. That is all. LC out.

Ain’t Sh*t Funny About Megan Thee Stallion Getting Shot

So, let me get straight to the point, son. The fact of the matter is, ain’t shit funny about a man shooting a woman, bruh. Like, who raised some of y’all muhfuckas, man? I swear, folks are so pressed about being “funny” on the internet, they’ll make memes and/or silly jokes about ANYTHING. All in all, let me break it down like this: if Tory Lanez really shot Megan Thee Stallion, then he’s the epitome of a bitch-made dude.

Ok, for those who are living under a rock, some wild shit happened in Los Angeles about two weeks ago. Now, after leaving a party that included Kylie Jenner, something happened in the SUV that was transporting Megan, Lanez and Megan’s friend, Kelsey Nicole. Originally, there was a rumor that Megan’s foot was injured due to broken glass, but she quickly debunked that story. In fact, she was the one who confirmed that she intentionally shot. That, coupled with Lanez’ arrest, made it pretty obvious that he’s the main suspect here.

Now, ever since this assault happened, the internet has been doing what the internet does: acting fucking goofy. One part of the internet (i.e. Adam22) has been alleging that Megan was either verbally or physically abusive to Lanez and this is why he shot her. Apparently, Lanez was getting too comfortable with Jenner and Megan didn’t like that. Look, before I continue, let me make this perfectly clear: unless Lanez’ life was in IMMEDIATE danger, there is NO justification for him shooting her. All I know is, when I say IMMEDIATE danger, unless she’s got a gun, a sword, a knife or the fucking Infinity Gauntlet, I don’t want to see ANYONE caping for Lanez, fam. Yes, people need to keep their hands to themselves, but hypothetically, even if she did hit him, bullets are still un-fucking-acceptable, bruh.

Anyway, ever since this debacle, another part of the internet has been making classless jokes. I mean, whether we’re talking about 50 Cent, Cam’ron or Draya Michele, some folks seem to think that violence against women is hilarious. Shit, I don’t even know how to articulate this further: MEGAN THEE STALLION GOT SHOT! Shot, son! Like, Lanez allegedly took a loaded fucking gun and violated her. For the life of me, I can’t understand how anyone can find that even remotely funny. Also, miss me with that “I have a mother, I have a sister, I have a daughter” type of talk. We shouldn’t need all of that to know that it’s fucking wrong to hit or shoot women.

In the end, I don’t even know what else to say, man. Ultimately, I find people’s lack of morals disturbing, fam. By and by, I’m slowly becoming more detached from social media because I think a lot of these cats are fucking bozos, bruh. At the end of the day, it seems like trolling is WAY more important than integrity. All I can say is, I don’t want any parts of that, brethren. That is all. LC out.

RIP Little Richard, Andre Harrell & Betty Wright

So, let’s just skip the formalities and get straight to the point, son. On the real, when we’re talking about Little Richard, Betty Wright and Andre Harrell, we’re talking about pioneers, man. I mean, between the three of them, damn near every genre of music was touched, fam. All in all, this past weekend was SUPER trash, bruh. Needless to say, rest in peace to all of these legends.

Ok, for those who missed it, Richard, Wright and Harrell all passed away over the weekend. Now, in the cases of Richard and Wright, both singers unfortunately died from cancer. On the other hand, we’re still not sure about what claimed the life of Harrell. According to his ex-wife, Harrell had heart problems for years. So, logic would dictate that this may have been a catalyst for his demise. Regardless, all of this news is incredibly sad, son. Like, it’s hard to put into words how influential all of them were on music.

First, let’s talk about Little Richard. Look, it’s easy for people to think about “Tutti Frutti” and “Long Tall Sally” when discussing his legacy. However, his shadow looms LARGE over the game, man. Real talk, when we’re talking about Little Richard, we’re talking about one of the main building blocks of Rock and Roll. From the intensity of his songs to his stage presence to his outfits, COUNTLESS artists took inspiration from Richard. On top of that, he gave a lot of subsequent legends their starts. Shit, from James Brown to Ray Charles to Jimi Hendrix to The Beatles to The Rolling Stones, scores of artists owe a portion of their success to Little Richard. Sadly, I don’t think he really got all of his flowers while he was alive, fam.

Next, let’s talk about Betty Wright. Now, outside of having one of the strongest voices ever, she was also one of the most sampled artists ever. From Beyoncé‘s “Upgrade U” to Color Me Badd‘s “I Wanna Sex You Up,” a bunch of other artists tried to get some of her sauce, bruh. In addition, Wright was an individual who marched to the beat of her own drum, son. Hell, NO ONE could tell her what to do with her career, man. She was determined to be her authentic self and she succeeded, fam.

Last, but certainly not least, let’s talk about Andre Harrell. Now, based on the music that I grew up on, Harrell might’ve had the biggest influence on me. Listen, his label, Uptown Records, was the springboard for so much shit that impacted Black culture. From Diddy to The Notorious B.I.G. to Mary J. Blige to Jodeci to Guy to Heavy D to Al B. Sure!, Harrell had his foot on the neck of an entire era, bruh. On top of that, his artists worked with producers like Teddy Riley and Timbaland, which further led to the rise of entities like The Neptunes. Basically, Harrell is responsible for A LOT of Black music in the late 1980s and early 1990s. Frankly, his tentacles were on EVERYTHING, son.

In the end, RIP to the legends, man. Ultimately, all of this shit is garbage, fam. By and by, 2020 is the meanest motherfucker I’ve ever seen. At the end of the day, I can’t take anymore bad news, bruh. For God‘s sake, can this year chill already? Please and thanks. LC out.

This Usher & Ella Mai Song Is Incredible

So, let’s just skip the formalities and get straight to the point, son. The fact of the matter is, this new Usher and Ella Mai song is incredible, man. I mean, THIS is the type of music that I want to hear from him, fam. Yeah, I know that he’s tried different sounds, such as that ill-advised album with Zaytoven, but real Usher fans know what we want, bruh. Frankly, if Jermaine Dupri ain’t involved in the production, then Usher can keep it, brethren. With all of that being said, I’m glad to say that the band is back together.

Ok, for those who missed it, Usher is gearing up to release his Confessions 2 album. Now, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I normally hate when artists make follow-ups to classic projects. The way I see it, legends just need to leave their legendary shit alone, man. In any case, I’ve decided to put my hesitation on pause once I found out that Dupri was back behind the boards. In addition, Bryan-Michael Cox, who’s also responsible for a bunch of Usher’s biggest hits, is back on the beats too. Meaning, we might actually have a chance at some magic, fam.

Moving on, once I heard Usher’s new joint with Mai, which samples “I Like The Way (The Kissing Game)” by Hi-Five, I was all in, bruh. Shit, from the 808‘s to the bass line to the vocal harmonies, the song has a lot of the elements that I fucking love, son. In addition, the music video, which has appearances from Snoop Dogg, Eric Bellinger, Diddy‘s sons, etc., has a dope ass house party vibe. Side note, house parties have always, ALWAYS been better than the club, man. Real talk, this isn’t even up for debate, fam. It just is what it is.

In the end, there’s nothing else to say, bruh. Ultimately, I just hope that the rest of the album is as fuego as this song, son. By and by, everyone can peep the “Don’t Waste My Time” video below. At the end of the day, I’m just hyped that Usher is back working with the right team, man. All I can say is, Usher and Jermaine Dupri don’t miss, fam. That is all. LC out.

I Don’t Know What I’m Hearing On This Childish Gambino Album

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, the title of this post is a bit misleading, man. I mean, on face value, it may seem as if I’m questioning Childish Gambino‘s direction on his 3.15.20 album. However, this entire article is about to be on some Stan shit, fam. All I know is, I have no fucking idea what I’m hearing on Donald Glover‘s new project. But, I can safely say that I love the shit out of it, bruh.

Ok, for those who missed it, Gambino just released his fourth album. Now, the manner in which this project was released has been true to form for Glover: weird. First, last Sunday (3/15/20 *hint hint*), Gambino uploaded the album to donaldgloverpresents.com. Anyway, for about 12 hours, the project was on a continuous loop on the website. After that period of time, the music was taken down and we were all left to wonder what the fuck just happened. Fast forward to last night, Gambino released the album, now titled 3.15.20, on all streaming platforms. Needless to say, I was fucking HYPED, son!

Now, in regards to the music, there’s nothing straightforward about this project, man. Like, the tracks can’t be confined to one genre and a number of them have multiple sections. All in all, there’s a high-level of musicianship running through this album, fam. From the guitars to the synths to the vocal harmonies, the songs have a lot of elements that are in my bag, bruh. On top of that, “Feels Like Summer,” which is now called “42.26,” is still my shit, son. The point is, I’m fucking happy to have my new coronavirus soundtrack, brethren.

In the end, there’s nothing else to say, son. Ultimately, everyone needs to go listen to the album, man. By and by, it might be a challenging listen for some people. But, as someone who worships Prince, I’m all about challenging listens, fam. Side note, I’m not comparing Gambino to Prince, but I applaud any artist who (successfully) takes risks. At the end of the day, I’ve never been disappointed by a Childish Gambino project (not even Camp). Today is not the day to start, folks. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Shout-out to DJ Dahi and Ludwig Göransson. All I can say is, they did their fucking thing on the production, son. Good day.

P.P.S. Here are some of my favorite tunes from the album. Ok, I’m really done now.

The Tomfoolery Of Brian McKnight’s ‘Back At One’

So, to be frank, this is probably another frivolous post. However, I want to let everyone in on the types of debates that go on in my house. Anyway, just last night, as seen in an Instagram video that I posted, my wife and I had a playful back-and-forth about Brian McKnight‘s “Back At One.” All I know is, if we really analyze the lyrics, McKnight was saying some nonsense, son.

Ok, before I continue, let me say that I’m a big Brian McKnight fan. Like, I kept listening to his albums even after he tried to show women how their pussy worked. In any case, despite his quality discography, I’ve always had an issue with “Back At One,” man. Mainly because it’s a song with steps that aren’t really steps, fam. I mean, there are damn near no actionable items in the chorus, bruh. With all of that being said, let’s go through it, brethren.

Now, step one in the hook is “you’re like a dream come true.” Son, that’s a statement. There’s nothing to actually do with that piece of information. Next, step two is “just wanna be with you.” Fam, I’m gonna need McKnight to look up the meaning of “verb,” because I’m not seeing it, man. After that, step three is “its plain to see that you’re the only one for me.” Brian… Brian! What is the goal here? What are we trying to accomplish? I’m not seeing a game plan, kinfolk.

To make matters worse, step four is to repeat the first three steps that aren’t actually steps. Meaning, by the time someone gets to this step, they actually haven’t done anything of substance, son. Look, if I’m trying to build a table and the first step is “I wanna see you in my living room,” that doesn’t actually help me build the table, man. The truth is, step five of McKnight’s song is the only actionable item: “make you fall in love with me.” The problem is, even that step is vague, fam. How is the suitor supposed to achieve this, Brian? Magic? Money? Genitals? Some combination of all three?

In the end, I’m not here to shit on Brian McKnight. Ultimately, like I’ve said before, I’m actually a big fan of his. By and by, I’m just pointing out the fact that there are gaps in logic in “Back At One.” At the end of the day, it doesn’t take away from the fact that he’s a legend. Shit, even the best musicians write some shenanigans sometimes, bruh. That is all. LC out.

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.