While the first three tracks do an ample job of getting you worked up into a sweaty frenzy, it's the fourth track that literally grabs the ears and rattles the brain with this bugged futuro Egyptian keyboard riff produced and arranged by lady-killer R. It's got that bounce bump, you know the deep South roll out that sounds like some vintage Miami Bass given the 2003 retrofit that plays out like a strobe light converted into aural energy. The Southern feel keeps rolling, albeit pickin' up a few BPMs, on "Slum," which is delivered in lightening quickness from 1-20 featuring Shawna and Tity Boi. But despite the beat similarity, the track is still bumpin' and will definitely elicit hip swayin' and fist wavin' from party minded people. Trick Daddy flips in with "Represent," which although produced by somebody entirely different than Luda's track, sounds suspiciously similar: thunder beats and a rolling synth churgle that keeps it dark and tight. Luda does a sweet job of relating the whole act of being a fool to both street thugs and suburban geeks alike, all the while rumbling over a dark, thunderous beat of minimalized primality. I found the song to be rousingly infectious, especially since I'm always acting like a fool and anybody who knows me would attest to this without hesitation. The album kicks off with the Ludacris jammy "Act A Fool," which will no doubt supply the rallying call for the summer.