‘Yanny’ Or ‘Laurel’

So, I won’t lie, son. This is one of those days where I’m allergic to real news, man. Frankly, I don’t want to talk about anything serious, fam. With that being said, let’s get to the bottom of this “Yanny versus Laurel” debacle, bruh. Side note, for those who are unaware, there’s an online debate about which name everybody hears in a particular recording. In any case, I want everyone to chime in on this banal exercise.

Now, before we continue, I need all of the good people out there to listen to the recording. Ok, are we all good now? Great. So, what is the consensus, folks? Is the voice saying “Yanny” or is the voice saying “Laurel?” Look, the answer is clearly “Laurel,” son. On the real, if anybody actually hears “Yanny,” then they also probably think that Santa Claus is real and that Tupac Shakur said “Suge shot me” on “Bomb First (My Second Reply).” Listen, let’s not be contrarians for the sake of being contrarians, man.

In the end, I’m up for the pointless argument, fam. So, who out there thinks the audio actually says “Yanny?” Let’s fight it out, bruh. Ultimately, it’s a cloudy Wednesday and I have nothing better to do, son. All in all, let’s get to the shenanigans, man. Good day. LC out.

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‘All Eyez On Me’ Was Trash

Disclaimer: Spoilers, spoilers and more spoilers. Listen, don’t say I didn’t warn you, man.

Look, I’m not going to lie, son. I actually feel bad that I’m about to ether a Black movie. I mean, I always try to support my people, especially in an industry that rarely represents us correctly. However; I also feel like I have the right to criticize something I spent my money on. On the real, work is not exempt from judgment just because my people were involved. With that being said, this new All Eyez On Me movie about Tupac Shakur is trash, garbage and basura, son. Listen, I’m the biggest Pac fan in the world and I left the theater disappointed. Now, let me explain myself further.

So, before I begin the drag fest, let me talk about some of the positives of the film. First, the casting is good. Well, in certain places, son. Anyway, Demetrius Shipp Jr., Danai Gurira and Kat Graham are convincing as Pac, Afeni Shakur and Jada Pinkett-Smith, respectively. They all look the part and they deliver their lines with conviction. However; the lines they are forced to utter are fucking terrible, son. All in all, that brings us to our first major problem.

Bruh, who wrote the fucking dialogue for this movie? Man, every single conversation drags because the interactions between the characters are comically bad. On the real, I literally said “what the fuck” while watching a scene where Pac is recording “Brenda’s Got A Baby.” The scene is supposed to convey Pac’s need to improve his circumstances, but just makes him look like an asshole who’s barking on some hapless engineer. The dialogue simply isn’t good enough to properly depict his mental state.

Next, the film goes from 1971, the year of his birth, to 1991 in the first twenty minutes. So, the filmmakers can dedicate two hours to the last five years of his life, but barely flesh out the formative years that made him? Son, I don’t want to simply see a reenactment of his finals days. Pac was all over the damn news during these years, fam. A lot of us already know about the fuck shit he got himself into. On the other hand, delving into his childhood with Afeni and Mutulu Shakur could’ve been eye-opening. Delving into his time in Marin City, California could’ve been informative. Honestly, it would’ve given the audience some context into why Pac behaved the way he did.

Moving on, the movie is also inaccurate. I mean, Jada said it herself. In real life, Pac never read her the letter he wrote for her. He never told her he was going to California. Also, they never had an argument about his tomfoolery at one of his concerts. To make matters worse, Pac is using a cotdamn iPhone in one of the scenes! Good fucking Lord, man! This entire film is half-baked and half-assed. L.T. Hutton and Benny Boom should be thoroughly ashamed of themselves, son.

In the end, I can’t recommend this movie to anyone. I wasted my money on this shit, fam. Keeping it a buck, this travesty took two and a half hours of my life, bruh. Seriously, I had to go play The Don Killuminati to get this shit out of my head. Needless to say, this film isn’t Straight Outta Compton. Ultimately, I guess we can blame that movie for making fools think this bullshit would work. *Sigh* LC out.

In Honor Of Tupac Going To The Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame…

To begin, I hope Gene Simmons is somewhere mad as hell, man. That’s right, son, another rapper, arguably the world’s most famous rapper, is finally going to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Now, I don’t know how long it takes an artist to become eligible for this, but c’mon son, Tupac Shakur’s been dead since 1996. What the hell took these folks so long to put this man where he rightfully belongs? In any case, in honor of Tupac being inducted in 2017, I just want to briefly go through some of my favorite songs from him.

Before I continue, I just want to give some background on my Tupac fandom. To be clear, he’s my favorite rapper of all-time. Now, do I think he’s the best rapper of all-time? No. I could name a bunch of rappers who are superior to him, bar-for-bar. To some people, that last statement may seem blasphemous, but I’m also a realist, son. Look, if we’re judging him from a strictly technical standpoint, then that wasn’t his greatest strength. With that being said, for me, his message was always the greatest and most important aspect of his music. In that particular arena, he was unparalleled. No one else was as political, social, deeply flawed, and at times, flat out ignorant as Tupac. He encompassed the entire spectrum of human emotion, for better and for worse. On one song, he could be uplifting women, and on the next song, he could be threatening a rival’s kids. Did that make him a saint? Hell no! But it made him a real human being that a lot of us could relate to. All in all, he’s my favorite rapper because he was one of my favorite people, who just happened to rap.

In the end, I could probably ramble on and on about why I’m such a huge Tupac fan. Instead, as I stated above, I’ll just share some of my favorite jams. Viva la Tupac Amaru Shakur! Good day.