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.

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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.

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.

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.