There are storytellers, and there’s Ghostface Killah: a voracious writer laying every composition thick with dense detail, an unmistakable performance, and a penchant for the tragicomic. There’s no one like Pretty Toney, and there’s no mid-aughts album like 'Fishscale:' the work of a war-scarred Wu general peering into every corner of his imagination to remain present and persistent. These are the musings of a man who’s like a myth on your block: the powder residue still lodged in nostril, the hairline pristine, and the belt welts still burning in memory.