C-Fouric Acid bills himself as "rap's No. 1 antagonist," but that description downplays the Kansas City-based lyricist's greatest strengths: a laid-back conversational flow, sci-fi creativity (a kindly doctor gets transformed into a ghastly frame), sharp pop-culture criticism (he's tortured by being forced to watch Dawson's Creek) and chant-along choruses that don't feel contrived. Instead of fabricating beefs with rivals or straw-man sucka MCs, C-Fouric proclaims his intolerance for idiocy, claiming, I attack the dense/Because the world is overpopulated/With stupid people/Whose moms shouldn't have fucked the same time they ovulated. It's refreshing to hear a rugged rapper rip ignorance. The minimalist bass-and-keys beats of producer Tha "E" enhance the scorching sting of Acid's sulfuric flows, letting his words breathe while providing plenty of bump for the trunks. Acid Hitz establishes this twelve-year underground veteran as one of local rap's most riveting talents.
