I haven’t written a review in awhile. I’ve been horribly busy, I apologize. This album is dope and I really wanted to tell you guys how I felt but I just don’t have the time. I read one earlier that basically resonates with exactly what I wanted to say so this time around the words are provided by a blog that I highly suggest you visit and subscribe to, Front Free, by S. Shaw (also known as Brick James).
If you’re looking for that Jansport rap, it ain’t here. Take that shit up the block. Pharoahe Monch just dropped an LP not too long ago and it’s dope, but this is just something else entirely. If you’ve never stood on the couch in the club buggin’ out, you may not get into it. If you’ve never thought about smashing off your probation officer to get out of a piss test, this may be just aiight to you. And that’s fine. Basically, Cam and Vado ain’t reaching or trying to impress people who aren’t already fans. And that’s fine. Trying to spread themselves too thin to too many potential listeners and in turn stepping on otherwise quality product is where a lot of rappers fail. There isn’t really a whole lot here aside from blunts, birds, and bitches, but Cam and Vado still manage to find new ways to flip the same product.
Cam is in his usual cadence as easily one of the funniest MCs out there (“You ain’t carryin’, holmes / I’ll have ‘em carry you home / for bein’ juiced up, Marion Jones” on “Face-Off”), whether he intends to be or not. (Read the rest here)