Rozay turns his delusions of criminal grandeur into the year's catchiest hardcore rap record, his most unstoppable song since "Hustlin'." A year ago Ross was ridiculed for pretending to be something he's not, but now he's managed to flip it into a bizarre mission statement of sorts. Over Lex Luger's highly-effective Drumma Boy impression, Ross is all bluster and balls, coked up and talking shit. Minus Styles P's superfluous verse (sorry, Ghost), this might be the perfect street record. Every line is a statement worth putting on a posterboard, even Ross's more ironic boasts ("Talkin' plenty capers, nothin's been authenticated!"). No matter who you think you are, you can't not stand on a couch when this one comes on.