Detroit’s Son isn’t the best rap album I’ve ever heard. It isn’t even the best Guilty Simpson album I’ve ever heard. But it’s damn good. Guilty has a tough, streetwise swagger that belies his wit and ability to turn a phrase. My only real problem with him, and especially this record, is the over-reliance on songs about smoking dope. One gets the sense that he’s a bit of a drug addict, and he seems to rely on the substance as much for his music as he does for whatever else he leans on the crutch.
Other than that, though, a very nice release.
