According to Puteminaline:

DJ Mayo comes through with a gorgeous, apocalyptic instrumental to match equally dark lyrics. Familiar yet different. The MCs return to the deep puddle, but are perhaps less willing to lose themselves. Or maybe they’ve never left and have simply grown accustomed. Doseone is incomprehensible half the time; my transcription may as well skip over his verses. Whether he has transcended (see: cLOUDDEAD) or has collapsed is unclear. Sole rasps with sharpened focus – he is on the offensive, but has he really grown in the past year or has he embraced his frustrations, adolescence? Alias is worryingly on point, cutting through Doseone’s stream with clairvoyant, spoken word rhetoric.