This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
The cover is certainly eye-catching — Solé apparently topless and covered in what looks like metallic paint. Sadly, what’s inside isn’t nearly as arresting.
This Atlanta-via-Kansas-City artist is basically just the latest member of the Female Rapper Of The Month Club, and her debut disc is just the usual assortment of expletive-laden rhymes, streetcorner tracks and the occasional attempt to show she can croon as sweetly as she can shoot off her mouth. Been there, heard that. Solé sure knows how to get your attention; now she needs to learn how to keep it.
