Only God Can Judge Me is yet another lousy-sounding, all but bassless offering from the No Limit cartel. With lyrics consisting of every gangsta cliché and catchphrase Master P and his cohorts can conjure, this disc will appeal only to those starving for lowest-common-denominator rap and Southern hip-hop chauvinists. Vowing to stay ghetto fabulous forever, Master P invokes his clips from Fortune (not to mention his movies, celebrated in a line that compares him, favorably, to Spielberg).
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