Queen Bee

June 2005 (1)

Today was finally the release of Angel's highly anticipated 'come back album' as the media's been calling it, and let me tell you, it was highly fucking anticipated. And not just by the public, but by me as well. After hearing her singles Whoa and Spell Check where she not only disses me, but all of D12, I just knew this album was gonna be disrespectful as fuck, in every sense of the word. I mean it's gotta be, Encore was disrespectful as fuck towards her, and knowing Angel, she ain't gon' let none of that shit slide. It's not that I ever thought she would, but I just don't give a fuck anymore. I'ma say what the fuck I want 'bout her, and if she ain't like it, she can go find someone who gives a shit, 'cause it ain't me. 

Scoring a copy of the album through Paul, I felt like I was ready to go to fucking war with this bitch. I mean the albums titled Naked Truth, and that told me everything I needed to know. Especially after the last time I talked to her, she kept goin' on 'bout how what she said was the truth, and that I was the one lyin' 'bout everything, so if that's any indication, I just know this shits gonna piss me off. 

Specifically setting myself up in the basement studio where I could blast her record and make sure I didn't miss any of the bars, I carefully reached for the cold, hard, plastic CD cover off of the soundboard. Looking over the album art, all it was was just a close up of her face, giving zero expression or indication of any emotions. Fitting, if ya ask me. I did notice though that her eyes looked slightly red in the picture, making me wonder if she was high when it was taken? Wouldn't that be a fuckin' turn of the tables. Her always bitchin' at me for bein' high, then she turns around and releases a full blown album cover of her high. Maybe not, though. Maybe it was meant to show her sort of teary eyed, and upset. But that sounds like a fuckin' reach, in my opinion. 

Removing the CD from its cover, I gently slid it into the large stereo before pushing the player closed. As it loaded the tracks, I quickly took out the booklet containing all the photos from the shoot, as well as the lyrics to each one of the songs. There ain't no fuckin' way I'm missin' subliminals or nothin' with this album, and especially not after the D12 disses. 

As the CD finally loaded, it immediately began playing the first track, which from the looks of the booklet, was just the intro. 

Intro

As the short intro blared through my speakers, I could already tell exactly where the fuck this album was going. For forty straight seconds, it was nothing but the sound of paparazzi and journalists yelling for Angel to 'tell them the truth' while cameras flashed and her surely stiletto heels hit the pavement, clearly attempting to make her way through the crowd of fictitious reporters. 

While it was just the intro, there was a sort of dark and ominous vibe to it that honestly really just made my skin crawl. It sounded very intimidating, and I knew full well just from the short clip that this album was out to get revenge. Whether that's revenge on me, the public, Fifty, D12, I don't know. But she's definitely comin' for someones head. And it's likely mine. 

Shut Up Bitch Intro

A few tracks in, the intro to the fifth track began to play. I thought it was odd at first considering it was just the intro, but yet it was given it's own track listing when it could have just been included into the original track, but quickly realizing this was definitely meant to be taken as an interlude, I understood why she did it. 

The whole intro to the song was essentially just Kat Williams telling the public to shut the fuck up about Angel, and to stop talking about her and her life while their asses "is still raggedy." I thought it was funny, and definitely not unlike Angel to include such a petty intro, but I also know too how much she loves Kat and how funny she thinks he is, so it also makes a lot of sense that she wanted to have him on her album.