No expense spared, each track here is a multi-layered, highly nuanced production—even Mannie Fresh's contributions ("Front Back" and "Top Back") are unrecycled and top-shelf. With the diplomacy of a spokesman, T.I. gives every man (except, of course, all enemies) his say. And in an attempt to bridge the rift between Texas and Georgia, Pimp C "speaks on some King shit on the cool," explaining in a Last Poets–style hand-drum coda that "everybody had it twisted but me/I understood from the get-go/That what the nigga was tryin to put in these stupid-ass niggas' faces/Is the fact that there's a whole bunch of kings down here/And as long as you taking care of your business and doing King shit, you a King." What you know about that?