
Well, I will. In case you ain’t know so, last night on Twitter, Fabolous was a lil’ P.O.’d that the fine folks at Harris Publications gave his new album, Loso’s Way an overall “L” rating. The review is broken into three categories. For its beats and originality, it received the aforementioned grade. For lyrics, he clocked in a notch higher at “XL.” Now I’ve sat with the album, and personally, I think it’s a fair assessment. Like scribe Sean A. Malcolm stated, the album has a “loosely weaved storyline.” Do away with “Imma Do It”, chop the love songs, tighten the sequence and you perhaps you’d have a better CD. But hey what do I know. Afterall, you do have the #1 album in the country. Pop some Nuvo champagne and don’t sweat the technique. Now, as for that movie…





Fuck Harvey Levin and anybody that loves his celebrity news website. First you prematurely pronounce the impending death of Lil Wayne (Weezy Forgives. We Don't.) and then you try to link the horrific actions of one of the Boston Marathon culprits to our culture? "DEAD BOMBING SUSPECT: HEAVY INTO HIP HOP" You don't say? It's 2013 and most kids are into rap music. We've been penetrated pop culture, you cock suckers. "What's interesting... hip-hop lyrics are notoriously violent and often degrading to women." So our music is at fault in this tragedy? Let's be clear the only bombs my culture cosigns is DJ Funkmaster Flex's sound effects. Thirty Mile Zone is prone to post anything to get traffic. Fuck dude and his coffee cup. Get you a Rap Radar cup and drink with us in the winner's circle.
Oh Miguel. Leg droppin your fans? You ain't Hulk Hogan and that wasn't part of the program. That's no way to treat the adoring ladies, brother.



