Ninth studio album for Paris, five years after the last one. He does everything, rhythms, lyrics, rapping, editing. Even the cover. He leaves only the scratches to DJ True Justice, and a hook to affiliate T-K.A.S.H on "Turney the Key".
From the Bay Area, he pulls out a forty-minute, ten-cut, guestless LP: he spits with aggressive and flowing rapping, over hardcore and energetic boom bap rhythms, with heavy and hard drums, delivering militant and tough bars against politics, alt-right, racism, police brutality, and left-wing centrism, which the rapper would like more radical. Melodic samples and female backing singers accompany Paris on this effort, trying to round off his raw and hardcore lines: despite a good level of lyricism, several bad choices in production almost immediately kill the project. Several beats are cheap and poor, culminating in "Baby Man Hands", an anti-Trump song that has the worst rhythm on the record and a lyrics that don't sparkle and cut as it should.
The summary of these 40 minutes lies in Paris which tells the listener to return to "The Devil Made Me Do It", because in 30 years, almost nothing has changed. As a tape, it's a good reminder, but nothing more. 6/10.
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