This is Thugger's first new verse since the plea deal that spared him from a potential life sentence on RICO charges, yet he makes a two-year prison stint sound like a camping trip. "I don't even believe I was locked up forreal, forreal," he proclaims. "I was having my way the whole time, fool."
Other than that, "Dum, Dumb, and Dumber" is business as usual. Baby, Thug, and Future lace the most exorbitant, gold-plated frills they can put into words over doomsday bells and first-class snare rolls.
Noticeably, Thug's vocal extremities of days past feel distant now: Instead of frantic haymakers, he slings even-keeled jabs, maintaining steely composure. He's not here to break a sweat.
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