No mention of Joey’s ongoing feud with his record label, a beef he actually didn’t start this time. No, once again it’s back to the neverending battle with the reflection that gives Joseph Budden grief everytime he’s standing in front of a mirror. Six minutes of chain-smoking, self doubting, loathsome rap testimonal with the occasional lash of anger towards the injustice of life.
Which could only mean one thing. Mood Muzik 4′s prescription is slowly being filled. Nobody knows woes like Joe. Or the demand to run harder with tar in your lungs.
Good looking: X