Hip-hop

I really, really wanted to like this album. It seemed like with King, T.I. had hit his stride, and things were looking good. His swagger was undeniable, his charisma oozed out onto every track, and he bobbed and weaved through beats that would leave clumsier, weaker emcees a mess. King was a vision of T.I. ascendant, the underdog having finally clawed his way onto the throne, and he was going nowhere. Until now.