All anyone's ever known about David Banner since his first disc, Mississippi: The Album, dropped is that he was born in the swamp and he's angry. Still, his music's so bad it's good, you know? It's the full-blown, synthesized, 808-filled swagger of a Mississippi rapper with a throat full of country gravel and a mind bent on settling some unidentified score. There are a couple of 4-da-ladies schlockers, but it's mostly some charge-you-up crunk shit, pumping your adrenaline until people on the subway are staring at you because you've been doing the stripper dance and yelling, "Go gangsta walk! Go do it, mothafucka!" with your headphones blaring. A street/club record with some pop crossover attempts, hooky but low on substance, so sadly, the fun wears off after a couple of spins.