Sounds like: pre-Stankonia Gasoline dreaming

What it actually is: a bitter fuck you to the closed minded commercial industry that caused one of the most innovative hip hop groups to toil with their blood to the point of doubting themselves only to emerge from the rite of passage victorious and head unbowed. From "rats, snakes..." etc. to Pimp Trick, they can barely contain their fury at the small minded audience they are trying to "liberate". They could have called this album Exodus.