This is, in my opinion, the greatest single example of pure lyricism in hip-hop of the past 5 years. Not a single bar in a single verse is wasted. It also happens to be the greatest single example of beards in hip-hop of the last 5 years, but that’s a different conversation. Yela’s verse is lamentably short, but he proves he can hold his own against the vets; Slaughterhouse each spit some looong verses, full of amazing punchlines, and some joking around with each other; and Em even shows up to demonstrate what he can do when there’s some competition there to light a fire under his ass. Now if only he’d do this type of shit on his newer albums… DJ Premier on the boards as well.