Big Boi - Sir Lucious Left Foot: Son of Chico Dusty

After releasing the jointly individually album Speakerboxxx/The Love Below, it was only a matter of time until the Outkast duo released truly solo albums. Big Boi comfortably beat his partner to the punch with the release of Sir Lucious Left Foot in 2010, despite years of legal wrangles with their label.

In comparison with his earlier solo work Speakerboxxx, Sir Lucious is definitely a more rounded and well constructed album and a more enjoyable listen as a result. Big Boi himself co-produces eight tracks himself alongside regular Dungeon Family cohorts Organized Noise and Salaam Remi, Scott Storch and Lil' Jon. He shows he has a surprisingly good ear for smooth beats as the final five tracks, on which he co-produces all of them, are some of the strongest tracks on the album. The aforementioned closing tracks and the back half of the album in general, from Hustle Blood onwards are surprisingly mellow and laid back efforts compared to what many may consider to be typical Outkast production. Crunk king Lil' Jon even gets in on the laid back vibe by producing one of the albums best tracks, Hustle Blood featuring Jamie Foxxx.

Unable to invite Andre 3000 into the studio because of label drama, Big Boi keeps the number of guest appearances sensible, Too $hort, Yelawolf, T.I. and Gucci Mane crop up, but its usually the hook duty that Big Boi farms out to good effect using George Clinton (Fo Yo Sorrows), and B.o.B (Night Night) among some female vocalists.

Best guest: Jamie Foxxx

Stand-out tracks: Hustle Blood, Fo Yo Sorrows, Be Still

Best bars: (Fo Yo Sorrows)

Just to let you know that everything is straight,
I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate,
Now go get yourself a handgun, you f***in with a great,
Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste,
Kill yo'self like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title,
My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival,
Like the Bible or any other good book that you read,
Why are 75% of our youth readin magazines?,
'Cause they used to fantasy, and that's what they do to dream,
Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing!,

'Member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz,

Yeah, I'm still speakin about it 'cause New Orleans still ain't clean,
When we shout Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean,
I mean, it mean the rough, the tough, the dangerous, we reign supreme,
Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds,
B-I-G, B-O-I ,n****, please!

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