Ryan Dombal
October 06, 2006 AT 04:00 AM EDT

Rotten Apple is the second CD from this 50 Cent comrade and is as tedious as an episode of Teletubbies — and nearly as simplistic. Sticking to the now-grating G Unit blueprint — sterile — beats wed to witless rhymes about shiny cars and big guns — Banks bombs on interchangeable tracks like ”Get Clapped” and ”Survival.” Guest verses from Southern MCs Young Buck and Scarface provide brief respites from Banks’ static growl, but they can’t save the disc. Bottom line: When hip-hop is reduced to cheap braggadocio and shameless urban exploitation, everybody loses.

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