Jonah Weiner
September 26, 2003 AT 04:00 AM EDT

Murphy Lee lives for excess: No car is complete without custom rims, no beat complete without a flurry of tinkles and beeps, and no rhyme complete without an overdose of St. Louis therres. He’s likably enthusiastic, riding a vocal twang suggestive of longtime homey Nelly’s. But this debut is often hookless, and the lyrics fumble.

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