Craig-G, the artist, fuels his compositions with the frustrations of Craig-G, the fan. Boredom induced by raps about guns, cars, and designer clothes inspires verses that denounce such played-out themes. Chameleon-esque MCs who corrupt their styles in order to mimic the latest pop success are challenged by every rhyme to meet Craig -- and subsequently, their fate -- on stage. Rappers who've turned gambino fantasies into commercial jackpots will no doubt dismiss him as a player hater, but that's not necessarily accurate, because player hating can't occur if real players aren't involved. Craig questions the truth behind these artists' declarations of wealth and violence, not to mention their microphone skills. Though his tracks would sound lovely enough pouring from the speakers of a rented Lexus coupe, they were designed for the headphones of subway riders. Brisk samples refurbish jazz instrumentation with hip-hop rhythms in the tried and true traditions of the underground.