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We wrote<\/a> a bit about Rosco P Coldchain\u2019s<\/strong><\/a> triumphant return when lead single \u201cBenz Sprinter\u201d was released back in early March, but everything about Play With Something Safe<\/em><\/strong>, his collaborative album with producer Nicholas Craven<\/strong><\/a> (Boldy James, Ransom, Tha God Fahim) exceeds expectations. Following a long stint of hard time, Coldchain emerges from the system as eloquently lyrical as ever, his words as poetic as they are savage. The Philadelphia MC\u2019s – who originally cut his teeth on Def Poetry Jam before linking up with Clipse and Star Trak – pen game has never felt sharper as he unravels tough realities, speaks hard fought destiny, and expounds on the dirt of guns, drugs, and the hustle with unshakable conviction on tracks like \u201cHold My Hand,\u201d \u201cThe Future,\u201d and \u201cBoogie Nights\u201d. Play With Something Safe<\/em> finds Coldchain doing lyrical gymnastics over a dynamic set of Craven\u2019s beats (primarily with a boom-bap inspiration), rampaging penitentiary bars like \u201cproper preparation prevents poor performance\u201d on \u201cDie Slow\u201d and \u201cdreaming of demons and devils, pick axes, ditches and shovels, electric chairs with the warden\u201d on \u201cMagnesium Chloride\u201d. This is raw grown up rap at its finest, pure uncut hard nosed poetry.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n