What is it like to be a hopeless romantic and a R&B singer? 

Are your melodies captured under rain-soaked windows while your songs are written on tear-stained sheets of paper? 

Are your conversations marked by nostalgic memories with past lovers, wondering what could have been, or are they simply lovers looking to escape the dating lifestyle?

Modern Day R&B is a fun concept. Subject matter-wise, the topics remain much the same, exploring romantic relationships in different dynamics, whether sexual, argumentative, or everything in between. However, the modernity of the art comes in its deliverance, where the singer enters a more hip-hop-ish space.

Get A Taste by LOYD occupies a space needed in the music world, an album that knows it is for the club, and its mere existence is based on a party lifestyle.

As I sat back on a Tuesday afternoon, feeling uneasy about recent news, I came across a song from longtime friend Tim Blackman, an instrumental that I can only describe as emotionally adjusting.

LÂLKA (I think all caps is purposeful) music is by all means situational in the way it should be listened to or digested, I state that with the best intentions. 

Joey Tre’ is an artist bearing the burden of potential. Having a good singing voice, rapping talent, an ear for beats, and a unique style that fans can naturally gravitate towards, Tre has the potential to become one of the all-time greats. In

Would you rather have the talent of an entire community or be surrounded by a community of talent? If you are Dr. Rod Wallace, there is no need to choose because you have both. 

Lex The Radical is an interesting concept as a rapper, not that his lyrics reinvent the wheel, but as an emcee, he's a throwback to realism in hip-hop.

I wanted to take this time to write about my top five flows in hip-hop. Yes, this is in order. 

One of the most beautiful feelings in rap/hip-hop is hearing a rapper maximize the crown of their style.

That motherfucker’s guilty, That motherfucker’s guilty, That motherfucker’s guilty, That motherfucker’s guilty, That motherfucker’s guilty, That motherfucker’s guilty, That motherfucker’s guilty, That motherfucker’s guilty, That motherfucker’s guilty,

How would your day sound if it were a musical album? What instruments would accompany your breakfast, or what piano notes would sound as you attempt to trudge your way out of bed for a morning shower?

Here’s my opinion and grades for each diss track and the performers throughout the battle.