Plies manages to make the first song okay with his 'roid rage delivery and typewriter beat talking about "fake rappers," he proceeds to fuck the EP up by talking about how awesome he is over a kick, drums, and synths beat and then about popping pills over a lurking, Arabian-synthtastic beat. One-third of this album is indicative that Plies could be (just-)okay, the other two-thirds just proprietate the fact that he sucks. 1.8/5
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