(CRAWL)

Some people should just have a lifetime ban enforced on them from touching microphones. After listening to this album, I've got to add JT Money to that list. This album may have a couple of songs that get lots of play in clubs, like "Who Dat" (which all of you have probably heard a million times by now).

Most of the beats on this album would be somewhat tolerable, if repetetive without the impotent efforts at lyricism displayed by JT Money on this album. Ironically, the interior of the CD Cover displays a boxing style championship belt proclaiming him "World Lyrical Champion."

Unfortunately, nothing could be farther from the truth. The lyrics on this album are trite, cliche, and repetitive. Take "Dank" for example. "What you smoking nigga? Dank digga dank d-dank d-dank digga digga" I don't think so.

Even the guest lyricists can't save this album. Sole appeards on "Who Dat," but fails to impress. Big Gipp of Goodie Mob makes a better appearance on "Alright," but it falls well beneath the standard we are used to from Dungeon Family collaborations. Evil is slightly better on "Too Real," but slightly better than the worst ever is still pretty bad. As for Trick Daddy, well, he ain't Nann.

Tracks to check for: "Kite 2 Da Boyz" is somewhat better than most of the substandard fare on this album, but as a letter from jail, "One Love" by Nas is well superior. Too $hort fans may enjoy "Somethin 'Bout Pimpin', with it's singin-ass R&B style chorus, and more pimp talk. Personally, I've had more than enough.

The final verdict: Another pass. Money is right, as that seems to be the only aim on this album. Save yours, and pick up something else later.

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