Southern gangsta rap takes a soggy nose dive into crunk cliché via limp and lagging Biggie Smalls poses.
With its chestnut cover and lousy liner note photo, complete with corny gangsta poses, featuring the Jackson, Mississippi-based Rainman flanked, draped and backdropped by a hired host of short-skirted and bikini-clad vixens, this Rainman CD embodies everything I hate about southern gangsta rap and the commercial-rap side of hip hop (although I don’t know why anybody would actually give their cash up for this album -- even though it includes brief cameos by a somewhat more talented southern rapper Lil Flip and was co-produced by David Banner). The music is saturated with misogynistic gansta pimp clichés and has barely an ounce of originality or any signs of production creativity. Didn’t the Rainman take a look around him and notice the din of club-rap-crunk has high jacked the Dirty South? I would’ve liked to hear him honestly rap about his tough single-parent childhood mentioned in the press release. I’ve never met the Rainmain but I did meet his music and with rote song titles like, “Ghetto Gorilla”, “I’m a Hustler”, “Dance Dirty”, and “Stay Grindin’” the guesswork is removed. Just be glad that you didn’t have to listen to this and only read about it. And do yourself a favor and avoid Bigga Than Life just like Rainman avoided giving you anything worth listening to.