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Clipse Hell Hath No Fury Borderline-irreverent tales of coke trade, consumption, and anxiety with the Neptunes' hottest/weirdest beats in ages.

The Coup Pick a Bigger Weapon Boots Riley, Cali's smoothest MC next to Snoop, takes the limp defeatism out of leftist resistance; his bop gun weighs a ton.

E-40 My Ghetto Report Card The warble-voiced Bay vet spreads hyphy nationwide and slings hooks for days like Kareem in stunna goggles.

Ghostface Killah Fishscale Reimagining the '80s crack explosion as '70s R&B noir, with Atlantis hallucinations and sass-mouth kids filling in the picture.

J Dilla Donuts A producer's own eulogy, a life in samples flashing before his ears.

Killer Mike I Pledge Allegiance to the Grind OutKast protege lives up to his Dirty South Ice Cube potential on this indie-released sophomore record—a double CD, and justifiably so.

P.O.S. Audition Punk-rock rap, if not quite the way the Cold Crush Brothers pictured it—angry, funny, and fierce.

The Roots Game Theory Smart like Phrenology but without the ponderous bits; bangs like The Tipping Point but without the compromise. - NATE PATRIN