Once again, emceeing is the underlying strength for his album.
Heavy is the head...
A thorough trip with perceptible turbulence.
Their chemistry is apparently evident.
Although the waters are occasionally choppy, the intent for self-care is heard loud and clear.
The collaboration album ultimately suffers from too many cooks in the kitchen.
And for the most part, he succeeds.
Welcome to a hazy emporium of vibes.
A third time that isn't the charm.
Welcome to The Show.
The beat goes on.
With 25 tracks to choose from, there are some grams here catered for you. Yes, you.
A clear attempt to crossover to traditional American audiences.
Bear witness to a blossoming rapper in the midst of a stylistic evolution.
Xzibit's son looks to emerge in his own Hip Hop legacy but still has to iron out the wrinkles.
Ca$hville's finest can still rap but this LP is a retread of tired trap-ism and “skkrt” ad-libs.
A retirement on this note won't save him from the "where are they now?” questions.
New heads will skip it. Old heads will think it's just ... O.K.
Strictly for the streets and the sheets.
Like (rap) father, like son.