31. Mad At The World, Point Blank
Mad At The World is an example of a rapper being captivating regardless of the production. Point Blank, the stupidly slept-on gangsta rapper from Houston via Chicago, talks about wanting to kill himself (“One Way Out”), never trust women (“Thought U Was Down”), and people close to him dying (“Until It Hit Home,” in the vein of Ice Cube’s “Dead Homiez”).
As a whole, the album isn’t as incredible as his debut, Prone To Bad Dreams, mostly due to the beats, but lyrically he’s just as existential as the first go round. One look at some of the song titles (“Mad At The World,” “Until It Hit Home,” “Slipped Into A Coma”) reveals his dissatisfaction with life as a whole. He’s got an uncomfortable lack of filter as he spews any anxiety that he feels; you’re hard-pressed to find a rapper that sounds more infernal than Blank on the title track. It’s the kind of shit that scares old people. That’s how you know it’s dope.
He's also an exception to the overcooked machismo of most rappers. Yes he waxes poetic about bitches and hoes, but he's like Lil' B in that he can show his vulnerability one minute and then sound like a dick the next. He’s not afraid to lay out the complicated, contradictory experience of being a human, and it proves to be endearing.