Activist battle emcee has been a cornerstone of the artist roster for more than a decade. His seventh long-player, , is a raw and real collaboration between and producer . It was cut in three jam sessions at a makeshift garage studio in Venice, California. While rapped from the ether without regard for finished songs, chopped up records and beats on a vintage, ramshackle sampler, then processed them via a two-track compressor so they couldn't be mixed or re-arranged. These 11 cuts remain on the fringes of 's trademark singalong anthems. That said, this rough-and-tumble set proves his musical worth in ways we haven't previously encountered, let alone calculated. The rhymes come cracking out of the gate; takes on themes of faith, family, the presence of music in his life, and the twin follies of ambition and vanity. In "Father Figures" he nakedly states, "It's hard to feel at home in the body my trauma lives in/Self-hatred is still my oppositionâ?¦." before iterating a manifesto of humility and spiritual and moral conviction before switching gears to relate a critical narrative about the FBI interrogating him about his international travel. "Abu Enzo," with its -esque jazzy intro, gets dissonant and spooky as talks about where he comes from, while "Situated" includes a guest spot from as the pair deliver battle bars over a souled-out sample as brings the boom bap. "Red," a duet with , is framed with suspenseful jazz flute, Eastern drones, Rhodes piano, and a nocturnal, paranoid beat that propels the pair deep into choppy lyrical flows. The title cut commences with a confession: "All my deepest, darkest secrets and escapes/Are keepin' me awake/Tryin' to see me break.â?¦" with a shuffling beat, a cascading female background vocal, and shifting guitars and basslines. joins on the slamming "De La Kufi," as squalling horns, organ, and beats swirl around the pair as they exchange and impart knowledge and wisdom both streetwise and spiritual. "The Idhin" imparts Islamic wisdom. makes the best of his life's chances and mistakes as he attempts to build a righteous life from scratch. It's framed by brooding industrial sounds, out jazz, and brittle beats: "I scribe a sentence that defying all your laws and limits/I don't feed the machine, I feed human beings/Don't perform for the form, but what it truly meansâ?¦I'm at my best when I can disappear/The only time that I show up is when I'm insincereâ?¦." Closer "They Shot Ricky" is articulated through 's soundscape from sampled cosmic soul flavors (think early ) and ' elevating spiritual jazz, with delivering an exhortation to personal revelation before freeing his beat poet's imagination. Ultimately, is an immediate, back-to-basics, stripped down, action-packed, and soulful set from two master talents who sought to recapture what made them fall in love with hip-hop in the first place. Killer. ~ Thom Jurek