Rick Ross

Rick Ross knows big. On his fifth album, God Forgives, I Don't, Ross's lyrical focus hasn't changed, only the scope: he remains a fearsome boss swimming in money, women and food, but the absurd grandiosity has been heightened. Skip the umpteenth "BMF" re-treads and the album's soggy R&B bottom quarter and there's much to savour. The smooth "Amsterdam" and the grand horns of "Pirates" showcase Ross's nimble flossing skills. The eight-minute-long "Sixteen" presents a lengthy, stellar Andre 3000 verse over J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League-supplied yacht jazz. The dull verses on "3 Kings" from Dr. Dre and Ross are redeemed by Jay-Z, who kills it while sleepwalking over Jake One's regal soul. Ross has cited Tarantino as an inspiration for God Forgives, I Don't's cinematic vibe, but Michael Bay is a more apt comparison. The Stalley-backed "Ten Jesus Pieces" is the perfect closing credits. Bring the popcorn, the boss is here to stay.