‘Whose Mans Is This?’: My Thoughts On The Kanye West & Charlamagne Tha God Interview

So, I’m not going to lie, son. Real talk, I’m going to cheat with today’s post, man. I mean, at this point, I’ve said everything I could possibly say about Kanye West and his coonery, fam. All in all, his sit-down with Charlamagne Tha God hasn’t changed anything for me, bruh. Frankly, Ye has done a TERRIBLE job of eloquently expressing his thoughts and opinions. Side note, I think that’s because, as he proved with T.I., he doesn’t really know what the FUCK he’s talking about.

In any case, today’s plan is to simply re-post several articles I’ve already written about Kanye. On the real, I feel like they all still apply right now, folks. In addition, I’m going to post his interview with Charlamagne and let people take from it what they will. At the end of the day, I really might be out of words, people. Keeping it a buck, I don’t know what else to say about Kanye West. So, I’ll just let my previous words do the talking. *Sigh* People can click on my hyperlinks below. That’s all I’ve got for now, brethren. LC out.

P.S. I have no words whatsoever for Kanye’s interview with TMZ. I… *Sigh* Shout-out to Van Lathan, though. He said everything that needed to be said. Bye.

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Quincy Jones Doesn’t Give A F*ck

Listen, old people don’t give a flying fuckity-fuck, son. I swear, once people make it past “retirement age,” they do and say whatever the hell they want, man. All I know is, Quincy Jones DEFINITELY fits into that category, fam. Real talk, the legendary producer recently did interviews with GQ AND with Vulture. Needless to say, he let ALL of the hot takes go, bruh! All in all, I can see people having issues with some of his statements. However; his sit-downs with these well-known publications were HIGHLY entertaining, folks!

Ok, let’s just skip the formalities, son. On the real, I simply want to get straight to the fuckery, man. Now, in regards to the tomfoolery, I want to do something a little different, fam. Keeping it a buck, I want to go through some of Jones’s most ear-catching stories in bullet format. With that being said, here’s some of the shit that made me go “oh shit”:

1. Jones claims to have 22 girlfriends all around the world. In addition, despite being 84 years old, his women apparently range between 28 and 42. Now, even funnier, those ages are part of an agreement between him and his daughters. Look, this is a wild motherfucker, son!

2. When he was down with Lionel Hampton‘s band, they allegedly used to buy dope from Detroit Red. Now, this is notable because the man formerly known as Detroit Red eventually became Malcolm X. Sheesh, that’s some wild shit, man!

3. Jones claims that Ray Charles convinced him to try heroin for a few months. In addition, Charles’s addiction was apparently so bad, he used to have a guy shoot dope directly into his nuts. Look, if that story ain’t true, then Jones has the CRAZIEST imagination, fam!

4. Apparently, after the infamous James Brown concert where Prince embarrassed himself in front of Michael Jackson, Prince tried to run over MJ with his limousine. Bruh, that’s fucking HILARIOUS! I swear, Prince was always the king of petty. This is part of the reason why I’m still a huge fan of his.

5. Jones asserts that MJ’s monkey, Bubbles, hit his daughter Rashida. Now, hurting a child is never funny, but come on, son! Only MJ would get into some shit where his pet monkey hit a kid. Good Lord, Mike was a cotdamn legend but a weird ass dude, man!

6. Jones maintains that Taylor Swift is a bad songwriter, that Elvis Presley couldn’t sing and that The Beatles were terrible musicians. Listen, I can see A LOT of people being upset by these claims, but what the fuck can they say to Quincy Jones, fam? I mean, he’s a legend among legends, bruh. Just deal with it.

7. Jones said that Marilyn Monroe‘s breasts looked like pears. On the real, I don’t know why that’s so funny, but I laughed REALLY hard when I read that, son.

8. About twelve years ago, Jones allegedly dated Ivanka Trump. Now, in his own words, she had great legs, so OF COURSE he had to do it, man! Real talk, this man has been a dog, by his own admission, for DECADES!

9. Last but not least, Jones claims that Marlon Brando smashed James Baldwin, Richard Pryor and Marvin Gaye. Now, I’m not surprised by Baldwin. Hell, I’m not even surprised by Pryor. Look, Pryor has made jokes about his sexuality and his widow even confirmed the story. However; Gaye through me for a loop, fam. All in all, this tale doesn’t make one bit of difference to me. But, it’s bugged out how casually Jones said it, bruh. Shit, it’s almost as if he looked at the interviewer crazy for not knowing this information. At the end of the day, Jones has seen EVERYTHING, people!

In the end, long live Quincy Jones, son! Ultimately, that’s a wild ass dude, man! All I can say is, I can read/listen/watch his interviews all day, fam. By and by, shout-out to GQ and Vulture for getting him to let off these shots. That is all. LC out.

’25’ Ain’t Got Sh*t On ‘Lemonade’

Look, son, I don’t need much evidence to prove my thesis. I mean, if anyone watched the Grammys last night, they’d know that even Adele knows 25 doesn’t hold a candle to Lemonade. During her speech for Album of the Year, Adele essentially told the Grammy committee and the world that Beyoncé deserved that award. Shit, outside of her “black friends” comment that she’s catching hell for, Adele was just trying to do the Lord‘s work, man. I mean, it’s not like the Grammys have an interest in doing the right thing. Needless to say, as last night showed, the Grammys got it wrong… again.

Now, I could make the argument that Black artists are consistently overlooked in all of the “General Field” categories. However; for today, I’m going to stick with Album of the Year. Namely because this is where the most egregious errors are normally made. Year after year after year, the highest award in music ends up going to the wrong fucking album, son. Ok, yes, Adele sells a lot of albums. We all know that, man. But Beyoncé’s album shifted culture… again.

Man, when she put out “Formation,” a million think pieces and White tears QUICKLY followed. Black people praised the optics of one of our biggest stars tackling social injustice. White pundits bemoaned the fact that a star of her caliber made them so uncomfortable. In addition, she shut the Super Bowl DOWN in all of her Black Panthersinspired glory. Now, Adele’s “Hello” was a great song, but it didn’t affect the world like Beyoncé. As for the rest of Adele’s album, it basically sounded like I’m Still 21. She essentially remade her previous album and cashed in. On the other hand, Beyoncé’s sound continued to evolve and she became more daring in her decision-making.

With all of that being said, I really don’t know why I’m acting surprised, man. This is what the Grammys does, son. They continually find a way to reward the less deserving. I mean, this is the same awards show that gave the Album of the Year trophy to Taylor Swift‘s 1989 over Kendrick Lamar‘s To Pimp a Butterfly. This is the same show that gave the trophy to Beck‘s Morning Phase over Beyoncé’s self-titled album. This is the same show that gave the trophy to Herbie Hancock‘s River: The Joni Letters over Kanye West‘s Graduation AND Amy Winehouse‘s Back to Black. Now, Herbie is an undisputed legend, but come the fuck on, man! Are we really playing this game right now? The list goes on and on and on, son. If I decided to look at any random year, odds are I’ll vehemently disagree with whoever got that award.

Ultimately, I believe in the Grammys… in theory. However; in actuality, it’s always a shit show, son. I love the idea of artists being rewarded for their work, but the night always ends up being a travesty. *Sigh* I don’t even know why I keep watching this show, man. In any case, I’ll probably be back at it next year. LC out.

My Conflicted Thoughts On Kanye West’s Mental Health

Ain’t this about a bitch, man? Didn’t I just write Kanye West off on Friday? Didn’t I just express my disdain for his endorsement of Donald Trump? Didn’t I just wash my hands of all of the ridiculous antics he’s subjected the public to? Here’s the thing: I still feel the same exact way, son. However; as I’ve shown on this site, I’m also a big proponent of addressing potential mental health issues. With that being said, I’m not sure how to feel about Kanye’s hospitalization yesterday. On one hand, I want him to disappear, along with all of his tomfoolery and coonery. On the other hand, if he’s really having a breakdown, I want him to finally get the help he needs.

Now, I’m sure everyone noticed the “finally” I wrote in the last sentence of the previous paragraph. I worded it that way because I’ve always been a firm believer that Kanye has never been the same since his mother, Donda West, died. Before her untimely passing in 2007, he was at the top of the world, man. He was, by far, the biggest rapper in the world and his momentum was only increasing. However; when his mother passed away due to complications from plastic surgery, his entire demeanor changed. While he’s still managed to release plenty of culture-shifting music, his songs were ultimately accompanied by Taylor Swift shenanigans, wrestling matches with paparazzi and countless rants. As time went on, he started to become a caricature of himself and began to look nothing like the musician who changed the course of music. Frankly, for me personally, it was sad, and annoying, to watch. I mean, Kanye’s in my Top 3, man, regardless of genre. That’s how much his music has meant to me.

So, with all of that being said, I’m at a crossroads when it comes to the news that Kanye was hospitalized. Apparently, he’s suffering from stress and exhaustion, and was placed on a psychiatric hold. According to reports, Kanye’s doctor called 911 after a disturbance at his home in Los Angeles. He was said to be acting “erratically,” but real shit, in his world, what does that even mean, son? Needless to say, he’s had a wild couple of days lately, which included praising Trump, taking random shots at Beyoncé and canceling the rest of his Saint Pablo tour. All I know is, as long as this latest episode isn’t a Kardashian-esque publicity stunt, I really hope Kanye is taking the time to get himself right. Otherwise, this just enhances my need for him to go far, far, faaaaar away. No more circuses and no more cartoons, man. Now, since I’m one of the biggest champions of ensuring mental stability, I really hope Kanye is taking a moment to address whatever is lying underneath the surface.

In the end, I’m sure I’ve wavered a few times in this post. Like I’ve said before, I’m over the typical Kanye West bullshit. However; like Kid Cudi, if this latest situation actually leads to him improving himself, then I’m all for it. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see, son. Let’s bury the foolishness for good, though, man. Good day.

Drake Is A Certified Clown

So, let me start this post off by saying I’m a fan of Drake’s music. While I believe his Views album is nothing more than weed plate material, when it comes to his overall discography, I rock out with most of Drake’s records. Now, I feel like I needed to give that disclaimer because any time someone criticizes someone else, they’re automatically labeled a “hater.” With that being said, after hearing the bullshit he said about Kid Cudi on “Two Birds, One Stone,” Drake is looking like a real bozo to me right now. As a man who’s very recently written about mental illness, the fact that Drake would poke fun at Cudi’s situation says A TON about him. All I know is, I’ve lost a lot of respect for him because of this.

Ok, yes, I know Cudi dissed Drake first. Hell, I even wrote about that situation on this blog too. However; at some point, we all need to be responsible. Even though Cudi technically drew first blood, once the entire situation was put in its proper perspective, Drake should’ve let this silly feud go. Frankly, to me, it doesn’t matter when Drake recorded the song. If he recorded it BEFORE he knew about Cudi’s issues, he should’ve kept that record to himself. If he recorded the song AFTER he knew about Cudi’s issues, then he’s a pure asshole, man. Either way, there was a much better way to approach this circumstance and Drake did NOT do the right thing.

Now, I may be getting ahead of myself here. Let me actually tell everyone what Drake said about Cudi. During his extended verse on the aforementioned song, Drake uttered the following words:

You were the man on the moon,

Now you just go through your phases,

Life of the angry and famous,

Rap like I know I’m the greatest,

Then give you the tropical flavors,

Still never been on hiatus,

You stay xanned and perked up,

So when reality set in you don’t gotta face it.

Really, Aubrey? Fucking really, man? Just from reading these lyrics, it seems very apparent that he was aware of Cudi’s illness and wrote this on purpose. So, that basically makes him a worthless piece of shit. I mean, where are his people, son? No one in the studio told him this was a sucker move? Mental illness isn’t a fucking punchline, man! On the real, since he’s the biggest rapper in the world, I bet he just figured his fans would ride with his fuck shit. However; as social media is currently showcasing, people aren’t cool with his stance here. Even if he has a legitimate gripe with Cudi, there are so many other angles to take. He could talk about Cudi’s music. He could talk about Cudi’s strained relationship with Kanye West. Shit, he could even talk about how Cudi’s show, How To Make It In America, got cancelled years back. But nooooo, Drake decided to be a dick and kick a man below the belt. What a fucking clown, son.

In the end, I simply can’t respect what Drake did here. This is Rap music, son. Rap music, bro. In the grand scheme of things, it’s not that serious, man. However; mental illness is serious. Making jokes about someone’s well-being is not what real men do. Then again, what can I expect from someone who’s made an entire career out of being the male version of Taylor Swift? I’m out. Good day.