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Trying to review this album is proving to be one of the most painful experiences of my young life, and at this point, I'm only approaching the end of the second track of this two disc excrement exhibition. The album starts with Silkk and Master P droning on for nearly four minutes about how fake anyone who doesn't like them is and how "real" they are. One of the worst songs I've ever heard follows closely on the heels of this inane intro, "Hoody Hoo."

Oh wait, I've reached track four now, the song "Miller Boyz", and it CAN get worse. Basically, these three yell a chorus where each line ends with "boy." Boy, how original boy. It's generally very difficult to find words that rhyme with themselves boy.

I can't front though, although very simplistic, the production can be very catchy, and I could see some of these songs doing very well in clubs where no one is paying any attention to what the artists are actually saying anyway. I also have to respect the message they try to send about stopping rap on rap violence, although I must suspect that it's also an attempt to keep true, talented hip-hop artists from calling them out on wax.

Tracks to check for: Not a one. However, you may find certain songs amusing in a twisted, morbidly fascinating way. For example, "Tru Homies," in which these three non-talented rappers lurch over a replaying of "I'll Be Around." Or, take a listen to "The Tank Goes On," where the poor singing of Porsha and O'Dell sits perfectly beside the talentless rhyming of C-Murder, Master P and Silkk.

Honestly, this album reaches new lyrical lows. The deliveries are lackluster, the sentiments unoriginal, the skills severely lacking. Master P just speaks about some foolishness or other, C-Murder mumbles and grumbles and Silkk tries to fit way too many syllables into a line. And can't fit it. Both albums just don't sound like anyone involved actually cares about the music they're supposed to be making. Plus, Master P's constipated sounding grunts interspersed around the album don't make this tripe any easier to listen to. The best lyrical performance is a below par verse from Snoop on "It's A Beautiful Thing."

The final verdict: Don't waste your time, money, or brain cells on this album. It's a truly pitiful 29 song sonic torture double CD. Pass, and spend the money on something more deserving.

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