While most rappers shoot videos with beautiful women, fancy cars and jewels, Bey was strapped up, held down and gagging as a feeding tube was inserted up his nose.
There are a lot of great reasons to restrict some songs from the road trip soundtrack.
Most of us share an open secret. It reveals itself every time we head to the gym, or prepare for an interview or an important presentation, or, in my case, cleaning day. I cop a Beyoncé, and for a few shining moments I put on the costume of black masculinity. It's like a white tee. One size fits all.
I'm kind of in love with Drake, or at least as in love as one person could be having never met the other person. Some recent events aside, Drizzy continues to make it easier and easier to want to be his lady.
I quit smoking in February of this year, but after I watched the 2012 American Music Awards, I wanted to go buy a pack of cigarettes, rip the filters off, and smoke it like my Father is making me smoke the whole pack as punishment.
On GKMC, Lamar's vernacular remains rich with swagger and his unordinary yet on point internal rhymes maintain to freely roll off his tongue.
What began as an innocent attempt by Kevin to enjoy the outdoors with his mini dachshund and get some exercise ended up turning into a crazy encounter with a fan who just happened to be camping in his car with "the longest telephoto lens in the world."
He only lives once. I happen to live in Yolo County. And yet we both claim "Yolo." Since we're using acronyms: WTF?
There's a lesson in this for Brown. The short version: If you've beaten a woman in the past and ever want to near redemption, don't put yourself in positions that can lead to further violence. You will always lose.
There are two lessons to be learned here. First, bad trends die. Hard. Whenever you decide to buy into one, expect to be made fun of in the near future. Second, YOLO is dumb. Everyone does stupid things.
If we spend our borrowed time here on earth striving for upward mobility or trinkets of success and abundance, then we have missed the boat. Chasing money is a surefire path to loneliness, depression and emptiness.
Rappers Tupac, Nicki Minaj, Slick Rick, Kanye West, Dana Dane and newcomer Azealia Banks all have one thing in common. They all got schooled.
Drake has never been reticent about his Jewish roots. But what does his latest song have to do with bar mitzvah? And how should we react when a video for a song that relates a life of private jets, expensive alcohol, pills and sexually aggressive women is shot in a synagogue?
You only live once. That's the motto. Unbeknownst to Drake, he started a care-free, buy-it-because-I-can, think-about-bills-later, live-it-up-and-drink-it-down movement.
Though I flirted with selecting one genre and perfecting it, once I began studying the diverse career of iconic composer Quincy Jones, I began to realize that the merger of Hip-Hop and Classical music is not impossible -- it is inevitable.
This is really hard for me. Not because it is difficult to encapsulate the brilliance and expansiveness that is Take Care in a few paragraphs, but because this newest Drake record is so personal.