Rick Ross spent all of his spring/summer-defining single 'Hustlin'' posturing as a big, scary, untouchable crime boss and its thanks to catchy punchlines that this ominous portending partly succeeds. However, when Immortal Technique steps to the mic, the Southern Baptist beat from the Runners seemingly switches to the Church of Satan and I'm genuinely worried that I.T. is going to put me in his scope because I once paid my taxes. He's grumblier than ever and I totally believe some couplets to be fact: 'this is the third world ...