This is a mixtape in the NYC 90s sense, with recent and not recent songs gargled and spat back into the omniverse but what it is most representative of is Badu’s live show, which is as much standup as it is get down. Have you seen her sip tea out of her thermos and play with her iTunes for fifteen minutes? If not, do u really Badu bro? So yes you can hear her trip on Isleys and Egyptian Lover and Drake but what she really wants to do is make up imaginary phone trees like she’s Clickhole and goof with you and be her vaguely cosmic and conservative blend. She is all things! Phones suck! Put them down! But send me a selfie!