“At the risk of resounding repetition, Busta Rhymes' sixth album is a treacherous, crashing disaster. *The Big Bang* is most offensive not because it presupposes King of New York is an actual title worth pursuing (what kind of self-respecting monarch would want to lord over Papoose and J.R. Writer?). Not because it lacks any thematic lucidity, bouncing from exhausting club tracks to overwrought nar”
