Although the leap from from ruminative growls in the intro verses to the simulation of drunken abandon in the chorus is well done — I hear early Nas in the way in which he projects gravity without being a motormouth — the Slim Shady voice signifying his conscience is corny, in part because the beats are 2000-era Em. Still, points for teaching without preaching. When he performed it at the Pitchfork Music Festival in July, most of the crowd knew the words!
