For all the concerns of authenticity, Rick Ross remains one of rap‚Äôs strangest cases in recovery of an image. He hid from a snippet of his truth long enough to twist the narrative back in his favor, to recover from the jeopardy of an impending social death no kingpin could afford. There‚Äôs another timeline where the weight of such an accusation deflates Ross‚Äôs career entirely, relegating him to The Guy Who Made ‚ÄúHustlin‚Äô‚ÄĚ with a few big appearances and a handful of passable albums under his belt. But 'Teflon Don' earned him the respect on his pen, a true critical consensus, and some hit records he could never quite land since ‚ÄúHustlin‚Äô‚ÄĚ put him on the map. It was a new breed of methodical diabolical, starring the Boss for the cost of one compact disc.