If a common carp could record a rap-album, it would probably sound something like »Finally Rich«. Chief Keef’s debut might be the coarsest, most blockheaded rap-release of the year. The flow of the MC from Chicago is like a brick: inflexible and unvaried, but if you get hit on the head with it, it hurts. There are only two reasons this record was released: one being the fact that it includes one of the most famous hooks of the year (you know, the one in which Chief Keef talks about all the shit he doesn’t like) and the second is Young Chop. Young Chop is a producer who stoically cracks out one 808-bomber after another. He basically starts where Lex Luger left off, and even Luger’s productions were already as predictable as election results in Russia. Additionally, Mike Will contributes a few beats here and there – which makes the album as diversified as pouring water into a glass of vodka. »Finally Rich« is full of stanzas short of syllables, of »Bang,Bang«-adlibs and boring hooks. None of the tracks on this record makes any impression, neither lyric-wise nor when it comes to musical skill. Listening to this record in one go can only be done when having to crack a wagon load of nuts or when lifting weights in a low-class fitness studio.