Cage’s defection from EC (who gets it on “Public Property”), to Def Jux, has made a world of difference in his music. Not only is his production much better, but he is making songs rather than just 3 16’s and a hook over a beat. Couple that with his improved flow, delivery, and incredible content and you’ve got yourself one hell of an album. Cage basically encapsulates the album in the final bars of the album’s final song; “Until the worms eat my flesh I guess they better burn me/these are the thoughts of a child I’d keep ‘til 30/I lacked patience until I was packed with patients/in a mental facility, force fed all the wrong medication/prozac guinea pig I don’t feel bi-polar/but I got a folder that claims I am in a stack that reaches my shoulder/music my savoir in every instance/makes everyone of you a profit to my existence.” Now we truly know why his brain was infected by devils…