Mr. Lif has struck out in just about every area with this album. This first strike against him is that he is overbearingly presumptuous from the first words of the liner notes. I take a dim view of an artist who calls his own work "vivid," "challenging," and "intricate." Furthermore, I take a dim view of an artist who at the same time makes one of his tracks (#6, "Status") sound awful on purpose, whatever that purpose may be.
Some good beats or good ideas might justify Lif's presumptuousness, but this album has none of those. There is nothing original about any of the sounds on this album. It wouldn't have sounded fresh five years ago. I will grant that Lif can rhyme. But his ideas are confused and arguable, at best. And since there's nothing danceable or original, musically, on this entire LP, the listener is forced to pass judgment on the ideas. This album, according to the liner notes, tells a story: it starts with a dream about returning from the dead to save hip-hop culture and ends with a nuclear holocaust. That's alot of ground to cover, and Lif doesn't do a very good job at developing any of it. Even if he did, I don't think it would make good listening. Moreover, Lif spends a few tracks showing how corporate generated "social ills" result in the misfortune of one family. I sincerely hope I'm wrong in my interpretation of Lif's main theme, that "social ills" result in human suffering with absolutely no responsibility placed on the actual perpetrators of evil, but that seems to be Lif's main conclusion. This is nonsense, and it doesn't make good listening.
That's my take on this album: bad music, bad ideas, just bad. The only reason that it gets two starts instead of one is that a bad idea is better than bubble-gum pop vacancy.