Uncle Luke seems to be becoming the new Dr. Phil of hip-hop, lending his opinions and two cents for public consumption. A few weeks ago, he penned a letter to Rick Ross advising him to stay out of rap beefs. Now, he’s moved on to club promoters of Miami, telling them that they shouldn’t put Lil Wayne on a pedestal since he continues to talk down about the city. If you recall, Lil Wayne put the Miami Heat on blast this past All-Star Weekend, and even revealed that he slept with the wife of Miami Heat’s Chris Bosh. Uncle Luke, real name Luther Campbell, proved that he is a Miami native that will defend his city against whoever. Peep his (lengthy) letter below.
“Miamians are mad as hell at rapper Lil Wayne because he said f*ck the Heat, LeBron James, Dwyane Wade, and Chris Bosh on Sunday at a nightclub party in Houston. Lil Wayne even claimed he had sex with Bosh’s wife. That was way out of line. However, don’t blame Weezy for talking trash.
He has no respect for the city because people in Miami’s entertainment industry — from local radio DJs to South Beach nightclub promoters to the Heat’s front office — spread their legs for him and every out-of-town celebrity who rolls through town.
Lil Wayne treats Miami like his b*tch because people let him.
When Weezy claimed he was thrown out of the Heat home game versus the Lakers, the franchise tried to downplay the incident, saying they only asked him to leave and he left on his own. That was a b*tch move.
The Heat should have followed the Oklahoma City Thunder’s lead. Last year, Oklahoma City representatives told Lil Wayne to take a hike when he asked for courtside seats to one of the Thunder’s playoff games against the San Antonio Spurs. The Miami Heat should be giving court-side seats to the city’s true local hip-hop heroes, like Trick Daddy and Betty Wright.
Stars can call up the Heat and get a free front-row seat or have nightclubs give them free tables and bottles of liquor whenever they want. Lil Wayne gets away with it because venue promoters are desperate to get mentioned in the gossip blogs and magazines. Local record label owners and radio station programming directors are also guilty of brown-nosing these interlopers.
Up-and-coming local artists like Alyric, K Kutta, Blaze, and YD can’t get their songs played on the radio because the stations are too busy playing shit from Cash Money Records. When the radio people get some balls and stop acting like groupies, they will stop playing Lil Wayne and company’s music.
Hell, I want to know what Rick Ross, DJ Khaled, and all these so-called 305 rappers who hang with Lil Wayne have to say about him disrespecting our home team. They need to set Lil Wayne straight. When you disrespect Miami, you can’t be allowed into any arena, restaurant, club, or even McDonald’s to get a burger. And you better not show your face in the hood.
None of this bullshit would have happened under my watch. In 1992, when I had a beef with Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre, they had to cancel a concert in Miami. For years, they couldn’t set foot in the 305 because it was so hot. Suge Knight had to come down and smoke a peace pipe with me.
We also kept it real at the old Miami Arena, where I had season tickets from the first tip-off on July 13, 1988. I sat in the fourth row behind the basket near former Miami City Manager Joe Arriola. For a game against the New York Knicks, filmmaker Spike
Lee was sitting in front of me. It was right after he trashed me on The Arsenio Hall Show.
Joe and I cussed him out during the entire first quarter. Arriola ended up getting thrown out, but Spike didn’t come back for the second half.
I’m gonna have to come out of retirement because Miami’s entertainment industry has gone soft. I’ve got no problem telling Lil Wayne where he can go.”
Do you agree with Uncle Luke’s sentiments? Or should he pipe down?