Of course Supa Dupa Fly wasn’t a fluke, but Missy and Timbaland busting their respective asses to prove this sure didn’t hurt the cause. Part of that’s the megastar cosigns and the stylistic steel-sharpening-steel that comes with a bigger-better-broader collection of guest spots, whether that means Missy hanging back to play oh no, she’s crazy too minor foil to Eminem’s bad-widdle-boy tryhard misogyny (“Busa Rhyme”), giving Aquemini-momentum Big Boi a powerful these men ain’t shit case to riff off (“All N My Grill”), or laying down million-dollar harmonies with Beyoncé as the latter’s first real test run for 21st Century dominance (“Crazy Feelings”). But just like Tim’s beat-burble drops in silicon string sections to ratchet up the combat-soundtrack drama, Missy spits like an embattled, newly-crowned monarch, lyrics blistering with bravado and threats that overstate their own toughness but get you geeked about it in the process anyways. It could just be the catharsis that comes from letting out some anticipated-followup stress energy, but it’s hard to think of better release valves than a maniacal Redman sparring session (“Dangerous Mouths”), a waist-winding dancehall call-to-arms (Lady Saw feature “Mr. D.J.”), and the everlasting boast track “She’s a Bitch” — an all-timer in showing off the nunchaku-twirling momentum of her flow.