Detroit’s son isn’t the very best rap album I’ve ever heard. It isn’t even the very best Guilty Simpson album I’ve ever heard. however it’s damn good. Guilty has a tough, streetwise swagger that conceals his wit as well as capability to turn a phrase. My only genuine issue with him, as well as particularly this record, is the over-reliance on tunes about smoking dope. One gets the sense that he’s a bit of a medication addict, as well as he seems to depend on the compound as much for his music as he does for whatever else he leans on the crutch.
Other than that, though, a extremely nice release.