What again? How many albums is it possible to churn out from the great mixing desk in the sky? Anyway, Tupac is, er, back with another stompin' piece of ghetto-fabulous same-old same-old, recorded in 1996 [ah, the glory years] just after his release from prison [sexual assualt] and he's still looking for the trouble which eventually bought him a bullet and booked him a seat in the heavenly recording studio from whence he is still peddling this now-boring gangsta mediocrity.stop this eulogising, people, those days are gone.
