We've all encountered a big- talking blowhard like Jayceon Taylor before. He's the guy who crashes your party with a burst of grating false bravado, gesturing too excitedly, speaking too loudly, and helplessly exaggerating every story he tells. No one likes him; everyone tolerates him. Unfortunately, these days, that's the Game. He spends his third album as he spent his first two, endlessly reciting and revising his constantly shifting allegiances, kicking rappers out of his treehouse for good or electing them... More >>>