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Ludacris: Back For The First Time
A crude collection - more thug rap with little depth or skills...
Ludacris, for his part, has done well. He originally released this independently under the title 'Incognegro', shifting over 30,000 units in just over three months before catching the eye of Scarface. However, this album is like reading a novel that contains entertaining elements but is badly written and in dire need of good editing.
If you look beneath the surface, you might find something worth listening to here. But you'd have to be a serious hip-hop head - or have way too much time on your hands - to do so. And if that's the case, you need to get a life.
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