Chris Rock already had a gift for making sympathetic audiences both gasp and laugh when he made Born Suspect, his first album. Here he does it with a suggestion of how prisoners might look to Death Row to add to their plates at mealtime. His Pryor-like command of the moral high ground is already in effect, too. (He further complains that inmates are fed three times a day, while homeless people are left to go hungry.) And listen to him break down the social hierarchy as it relates to boxers on "Rocky IV/Indians," or "Crack Mayor," his famed rant against Washington D.C.'s Marion Barry.) Two music tracks ("The Rib Man," "Your Mother's Got a Big Head") display his affinity with old-school hip-hop. Rock wasn't a superstar yet, but the raw materials for his ascent are all present.