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Rick Ross

Trilla  Hear it Now

RS: 3of 5 Stars

2008

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Rick Ross has one supreme asset: the thundering basso-profundo voice that threatened to puncture a million sub-woofers when his drug-kingpin anthem "Hustlin'" went massive back in 2006. On the Miami rapper's second album, little has changed: The voice still booms, the cocaine and cash still arrive by the boatload, and Ross' beard is still as thick and majestic as an Afghan tribal elder's. Trilla sets Ross' stentorian flow against sleek, synth-swamped beats by producers such as J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League and the Runners; "The Boss," produced by J.R. Rotem, is goth crunk, with Ross and T-Pain trading lines over eerie vocal chorales straight out of a Fifties horror flick. The beats are terrific — the problem here is the MC. The best crack rap is reportage, spiced with earthy details of street-corner re-ups and stove-top freebasing. But Ross offers only clichés, boasting dully about his wealth and indulging in timeworn gangsta fatalism. ("I don't give a fuck about death/'Cause death don't give a fuck about flesh," he raps.) By far the best moments come from the guest stars: Jay-Z, Young Jeezy and especially Lil Wayne, who swoops in on "Luxury Tax" to teach Ross a lesson about the difference between talking loud and saying something.

JODY ROSEN

(Posted: Mar 20, 2008)

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