The debut album from the upper range of Bone Thug's Harmony, Bizzy Bone's Heaven'z Movie, is nowhere near as cinematic nor as impressive as its title implies. Conceived and created with Bizzy's own non-Bone crew, the album lacks the musical tension that we expect from that Cleveland dynamic.

Still, Bizzy has some very beautiful, almost poetic moments on the album. The sway of "On The Freeway" is tender and cautious, with the rechristened B.B. Gambini singing, "On the freeway baby believe me gotta take it easy/ yet appeasing to please ‘em oh Jesus she's breathin' on me/ but I ain't that weak to put her to sleep so respectful respect your temple/ subliminal probably pause in the distance/ reminisce visual member my car ..."" This ode to getting her to your place is very solid both musically and lyrically, showing a smooth side of this gun-toting lyricist that many weren't aware of.

The single "Thugz Cry," borrowing a page from the Artist kicks some quality flavor over a delicate beat: "we represent the planet get schizophrenic in panic/ maybe the past would understand it if they get off their ass and mash/ How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even trust my boyz watch for the plot and deploys/ envoys, scopin' like a dope fiend." This head nodder has a subtle bass line that will make slow cars filled with smoke hum from coast to coast.

This praise notwithstanding, the irritating ring of "Menensky Mobbin" or the tedious approach to "(The Roof Is) On Fire" will make you jab for the fast forward button faster than an epileptic with a heron jones. The aforementioned hits will have you rewinding and referring to the album's very helpful lyrics sheet, true, but overall this album is a hair shy of half good.

Overall, this would have made a great EP, with some of the fat trimmed. When Bizzy reunites with his skeletal sidekicks, he should once again form a steady leg on their lyrical Voltron, instead of trying to play Black Lion here and getting munched by the Robeast of his hubris.