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Keem offers a more personal glimpse into his room of struggles, but I can't shake the feeling that he merely cracked the door. Not much to grasp.

No amount of Conductor beats and harvested souls from emcees passed could save this stranded little pop rapper with no scene to call home.

Marci was once a major architect in constructing the revitalized New York scene. Those days of innovation are behind us and he seems content following old blueprints of his craft. He don't gotta reinvent the wheel anymore, it ain't broke.

Very apparent that these are just Bazooka Tooth throwaways. Not sure why one would want to make a project out of their worst albums scraps, at least it's quicker to trudge through I suppose.