When the internet doubted Priddy Ugly’s rapping skills, the Angolan-born South African MC responded with bars. At its core, Priddy’s sophomore album SOIL is a demonstration of his skills while giving fans an update on his life and mind state. “SOIL” is a stream of reflections on the current state of the world. In the first verse, he observes: “Bullets on our back, in the soil where our face found/Lay down, mama's cry is not a safe sound/The motherland is now the colonizers’ playground.” The first half of the album, driven by a laidback soundscape steeped in the jazz leanings of ’90s boom-bap, remains in the same introspective orbit: He laments Black genocide on “Let Me Out,” assisted by ZuluMecca; sings his wife’s praises on “Woah, Woah”; and shares some life lessons on “Reset.” In the album’s second half, dark trap-leaning production bolsters Priddy Ugly’s victory lap as he affirms his skills and position in the game (“Loose Change”). On the grimy “Dead Jungle,” Priddy Ugly and fellow lyricists Blxckie and H-D take the listener on a tour of their hoods, which could very well be any hood in South Africa: “If you Black, then we all share a struggle,” they each take turns rapping in the hook. After trading battle-ready bars with Maglera Doe Boy on “Rap Replay,” he takes subliminal shots at some of his counterparts who he makes it clear have nothing on him on “Handful of Dust.”