“Princess Superstar is not, as many junket-jittery journalists would have you believe, the female Marshall Mathers. Her tongue is far more whiplash, and in terms of panache, she got Detroit's trailer park provocateur beaten by a mile. Plus, she's the mistress of her own destiny (not another Dre pawn); her previous releases came out bearing the manufacturing stamps of her own stridently anti-corpora”
