In a genre where the average shelf life of an MC is less than two records (three at most),
Father MC deserves special recognition for his longevity and commitment to the game. But after a three-year hiatus and yet another jump to a different label,
My isn't exactly the stuff strong comebacks are made of. Aside from the title track, there isn't anything necessarily outstanding or anything that jumps out during the hour-long jaunt through
Father's testimony to his city. The usual wide range of topics -- including partying, hustling, and lust for women -- is covered, and once again the ever-special obligatory dedication track to mama is present. It's not a bad record by any stretch, but longevity does not equate with quality and one can't help but wonder what would have happened if he would have taken a little more time and crafted
My with a little more attention to overall production. ~ Rob Theakston