Rating: N
The more money Master P makes, the cheaper his albums sound. Now that the multi-millionaire entrepreneur has made the Forbes list, it only follows that his Ghetto Postage album clanks like it was cut on a Tuesday afternoon for the cost of a 40-pounder of 8 Ball and a bag of Doritos. The baffling wackness of the budget backing tracks is matched by Master P’s, er, thrifty lyrical investment, which amounts to a few shouted slogans punctuated by “Ya heard?” and/or “Uhhh.” Return to sender.TP
