The Game’s very desperation for recognition has made that recognition impossible.
And there's a lot to detract from. The title track is a subtle, choir-driven gem of an instro with Kanye chipping in for the hook. All That (Lady) bounces along like a tribute to the G-Funk era ought to. Heaven's Arms is ice cold; menacing and understated. Name Me King soars. And Hallelujah, an occasionally light-hearted examination of the tension between living righteous and checking out all the pretty ladies at church, is surprisingly engaging.
In the end, though, The Game's insecurities are fatal. Why listen to a rapper who looks up to the best when you can just listen to the best? It's a question that's unanswered here. The Game's very desperation for recognition has made that recognition impossible.