Nicki has a knack for excelling lyrically when she's competing with others on the track. When she's left to her own devices though, her poppiness comes out.
With a knack for making music for the Western Louisiana region, the troubled group endures, but the national and mainstream appeal appears deeply jeopardized.
Return Of The Devils Son is rare songs that have only appeared on bootlegs, unreleased material and a handful of freestyles.
"Pop The Trunk" is Deliverance-meets-"Natural Born Killaz," as back-roads and slaughtered hogs make the listener fear for their life.
After fighting addiction, Eligh has been clean for five years and Grey Crow has emerged as his moment of clarity.
Nelly's rhyme game has not improved as his lyrics remain dull. It's hard to expect much from a rapper who made one of his biggest hits around a nursery rhyme.
It's evident Rihanna is working her way to the top, but she's been doing that for three albums now.
Whatever the acronym's meaning, it's clear that money is on Cassidy's mind as most of the tracks end up taking on that C.R.E.A.M. subject matter.
West's fifth offering is an electric journey equipped with painkillers, a break-up letter, an overstuffed iPod and the latest "Penthouse" in his Prada duffle.
J-Live's flow is on point over a strong production effort as he tackles issues ranging from Gay Rights to the environment.
Like Mos Def or Wordsworth, D has a knack for community-based rhymes that flow effortlessly, and seem conversational enough to appear freestyled.
By far, the star of Atomic Clock is AmpLive. The producer jumps from style to style so adroitly on the record that the listening experience is never dull.
While Armando is good news for club-going fist-pumpers, it does nothing for fans who expect substance filled rhymes from all emcees.
It sounds as though Cee Lo has thoroughly studied every classic James Bond title song, MJ's "Thriller", mixed with some early Rock & Roll and some 60s schmaltz.
During the album's best moments, Twista showcases his specialty. But at its worst, it seems unnecessarily stuck to the formula of failing outside of his range.
A tortured soul, yes, but one with ingenious capabilities, Cudi has taken his progressive style and turned it into a sound that no one would dare replicate.
The only drawback seems to be when the messages on the album becomes too close to validating his O.G. status as a lyricist who is in desperate need of respect.
As U Were fails as both an exercise in Electro-nostalgia and as a stylistic departure who's proven style is so inherently unique.
This LP is sleek and consistently honest. It's simple yet introspective, unruly yet refined. As Devin embraces his many contradictions, he stays true to self.
With its crashing kicks and snares and dusty sampled grooves, Buckwild's creates the standard to which all Hip Hop producers should aim to achieve.