MaG is doing his thing. He’s made great strides since “Retail.” His style recalls a young Talib Kweli, with a bit more intelligibility. His nonchalance is endearing; it’s like the microphone is his best friend and he’s confiding his innermost thoughts. He’s shooting the shit too, and dreaming, posturing a bit, but not in an offensive way. He wants to have coffee with you, walk down the street with you and point out his favorite landmarks. He’s got secrets, and if you listen close enough, you’ll have them. In a culture hampered by its own exclusivity, MaG is defining a new form of “Freedom.” -=bMC