“The Bible starting to make more sense to me,” he says at one point. And Jada’s veteran standing–his trio the Lox hooked up with Bad Boy in the mid ’90s–has given him a bit of perspective. There’s a gloomy cloud hanging over this album in places (seethe introspective “Still Feel Me”). Every line snaps with menacing wit and morbid humor: “Are you a thug or a dummy? I’m neither / But I’ve been hot so long it feels like I got a fever.” In a voice honed on Hennessy, Purple Haze weed, and (apparently) the occasional handful of metal shavings, the self-described “Gemini nigga with mood swings” punishes this collection of top-shelf beats with surgical precision. He knows it too: “Fuck riding a beat, I parallel-park on the track.” With all due respect to the recently “retired” Jay-Z, Jada is rap’s preeminent formalist: It’s not what he says, but how he says it. That said,he’s one of the four or five best MCs breathing. Straight outta Yonkers with a Lox/D-Block membership card in his wallet,Jada’s an East Coast alpha male who deals exclusively in threats and boasts, shifting gears only to flex a catalog-like knowledge of guns, ammo, and fine automobiles. His second solo album offers little in the way of social commentary, colorful storytelling, playful humor–all the hallmarks that make albums by your average God’s son or college dropout compelling. Recording Industry Association of America.Let this be known from the jump: Listening to Jadakiss will not stamp your ticket to heaven.
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