I only offer this flagrantly satirical critique of the album's arrangement because I know, from innumerable reviews, that there are apparently those who base their purchases on some minutiae like whether the most belligerent songs are saved for the middle of a collection like this or whether the War and Peace songs only occur at the end. I came into the CD just wanting to hear a few tales about some bitches, maybe some senseless claims of braggadocio, and I came out thinking about mobius strip sequences and reincarnation. It's either brilliant or idiotic, but I admit I doubt anyone thought Ice Cube would be the one to link gangsta rap and French avant-garde literature. The actual experience is like reading an anthology of unrelated essays and then watching them suddenly turn into a novel told backwards. Gasp in wonderment: the album begins with a rambling pandemonium of tracks (brand new stuff, songs from the War and Peace fiasco, a couple of his classic early 90s songs, "Bow Down") and then, somewhere around the eleventh song, the album decides this was a bad idea and heads in reverse chronological order- from 1993's Lethal Injection to his 1990 solo debut, AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted.
Ice Cube's new compilation ignores these methods entirely. There are two ways to sequence a greatest hits album: chronologically or by degrees of popularity.
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