This sort of double dipping is by no means unusual in the rap world, but when slotted as track 23 and sandwiched between two songs that are less than 90 seconds long, it perfectly encapsulates the project's lack of direction. Maybe the most obvious example of the carelessness is the innocuous inclusion of 'The Type', Prodigy's collaboration with Curren$y, released last year on the latter's Covert Coupe. Unlike, say, Gunplay's recent Bogota Rich, a mixtape that more or less deployed the same strategy, the succession of one-hitters here leaves you much less eager to hear what the artist may still be holding onto and more wondering why all this stuff wasn't either left on a hard drive or worked into actual songs. In theory that should blunt the blow of the tracklist just a bit, but in reality it challenges your interest in the record by making you openly question Prodigy's level of investment. What's worse is that most of the songs that make up the album's second half are no longer than a minute or two.

3 clocks in at 26 tracks, and unless you're Biggie or Tupac, that's too many tracks.

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