I never bought into the Missy is a visionary rhetoric that every critic spouted from 98-04. The moment Timbaland stopped kicking that George Jetson robotic futuristic shit, she disappeared into that afterlife of anonymity where MC Lyte and Da Brat currently reside. However, there is no denying that the two made some outstanding music, and after a random conversation reminded me of Timbaland & Magoo’s first (awful) album, I went back to YouTube, the place where I do all my musical research.
There are so many reasons why this song should be awful. Magoo brags about how he doesn’t smoke weed, while rapping in the voice of Q-Tip, if Q-Tip was a eunuch. Timbaland foreshadows his Winstrol intake by posing in front of comical carnival cutouts and rapping absolute nonsense in his faux Tone Loc baritone. These were the glory years when he made obese slabs of extraterrestrial funk. Before he stole Bun B’s voice (am I the only one who initially thought it was Bun on “Say Something?”) and before he decided that his core fanbase was Sarah Palin votes and devotees of the “The Real Housewives of New York City.” This beat is the best, that’s B, and that’s capitol.