It’s still up for debate who the greatest MC in the Wu is, but this album is the reason most people won’t object if you claim it’s Ghostface. Already a master at storytelling and dropping evocative details of wealth and poverty alike, Ghost went even further on solo joint #2: here he rapped like he was in a fugue state, shaping every last bit of his subconscious language affinity and life experience like he blacked out and woke up fifty million dollars and one million bars ahead of everyone else.