She's back, and she's better than everyone. That's the message, at least, of Hill's first single in a dog's age, cut to try to pay off her back taxes. Her quicksilver flow is impressive, rhymes piling up over abrasively thumping funk. But the lyrics, full of gibberish, are unintentional cringe comedy: "Social lobotomies/People stuck in dichotomies/Pseudo sicko anxieties/Serial criminals dressed in variety/Social transvestism/Subliminal dressed up as piety/Transference projections/Like Cartesian images." Say whaaaaat?