Ice Cube

As amazing as his first album was, Cube outdoes himself on this sophomore release. With outstanding production from Sir Jinx and others, this is another straight classic: a concept album jam-packed with neck-breaking beats and sick rhymes that balance anger, humor, and a message. Includes several Farrakan-laced skits and the venomous anti-N.W.A. dis track "No Vaseline."

Chuck D had his "Terrordome," Axl Rose is still eating crow for "One in a Million," and now
gangsta mouth Ice Cube steps into it up to his ear lobes withDeath Certificate.Not that he
was actually a soft touch on his last two solo outings. But for an album supposedly about
boyz in the 'hood reborn through "economic self-sufficiency, community pride, education
and self-knowledge" (according to one press release for the album),Death Certifi... More >

Between "Dead Homiez," which mourned murdered friends in a voice some called soft, and Boyz N the Hood, which required him to simulate thought, the St. Ides spokesperson was worried about his image. To use the only noun in the hard lexicon that suggests normal human sensitivities, he was acting like a "f*gg*t." So here he reclaims his perpetually threatened manhood. Early on he mitigates the usual gangsta sh*t--gat as penis and pit bull, female body as pestilence and plague--with such touches as an antigang track and a nurse with attitude. But eventually he breaks new ground. In addition to many fascinated rhymes on the complex subject of who f*cks who in the ass and how, he nuts out on white devils who crave "a taste of chocolate" because "white bitches have no butt and no chest." He inveighs against "Jap" and "Jew." And he proposes a "nationwide boycott" of Korean-owned inner-city businesses that escape the torch, poking gentle fun at the Korean accent along the way. Call him Ice KKKube--a straight-up bigot simple and plain. (Grade - C+)