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it's where heavy finally lifts its head, about halfway through, and paak slides in next to him like they've been doing this for years. i wanted somebody to push it somewhere, an organ under the last hook or a couple of voices answering back, and instead it rides the same pocket for three minutes and goes. good pocket though.

looka here puts half of new jersey on one posse cut and for those minutes it's a block party on a street i've never stood on. then it's thirty-two tracks threaded through radio-station skits, and by soopaman luva 7 i've stopped laughing at the bits. pop da trunk gets near the 96 record. whatever i'm giving this is already padded, i wore the first muddy waters out one winter and i hear redman through it no matter what

the gospel moment is the title track, voices in the intro before she's said a word, and the record spends the rest of its length trying to deserve it. leaner than the last few, no inflo and you can hear the room where he used to be, but lonely is just her and some space and it holds. the score is inflated and i'm leaving it. it was the first thing that got me out of a month of listening to nothing