Death Certificate is comparatively (triple emphases on "comparatively") less of a vengeful blast of testosterone than Amerikkka's Most Wanted. The production here is significantly more laid-back, for starters: Death Certificate finds that delicate halfway point between Public Enemy's Bomb-squad productions and Dr. Dre's P-Funk aping G-funk. It's an interesting mix that makes it one of the more invigorating listens from the golden age of hip-hop. Cube himself is fiery as ever, but somehow it seems less of a shock to the system than his first album or NWA's Straight Outta Compton. It's an equal to Amerikkka's Most Wanted; lyrically, AMW is better, but Death Certificate wins on production.
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