Ab-Soul is so fun to follow because he's full of surprises. Just when you think you have him pinned as a smoked-out, black-lipped, third-eyed chakra opener, he'll rap about rocking thousand dollar draws or, say, make an entire track dedicated to Max B. Soulo's reflection here sounds like the kind of soul searching one might do sitting behind the g-wall, or during rap sessions shared with crew in a smokey corner of a Harlem apartment--a pack of black & milds every twenty-four hours, skipping showers cause I felt dirty, unworthy of power, he raps with a quick-breathed flow straight off Nas's God's Son. Statik Selektah on the beat, and Sir Biggaveli himself on the check-in.
