Alex Pasternack
July 25, 2003 AT 04:00 AM EDT

This sunny underground rap trio from equally sunny Long Beach, Calif., thankfully has little use for the gangsta posturing of the mainstream or the pretense of the art-rap scene: One of the biggest beefs on their sophomore album is with a fictitious fast-food chain where everything’s made of meat. That goofiness is served up in a bouncy old-school style, a refreshing cross between Slick Rick’s cheeky narratives and A Tribe Called Quest’s soothing lyricism. It’s an unlikely rap recipe for these sober days, but their Secret sauce makes it work.

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