The Houston rapper has complete agency over her voice and her sexuality on blistering first album, 'Fever'

Of all the slams, hyper-sexualized boasts and outright dismissals populating Fever, the 2019 debut full-length from Houston rapper Megan Thee Stallion, only one will come across as somewhat muted if delivered in concert at Express Live on Thursday, Dec. 19. “I don’t want to hear no more shit talking out of none of you bitches … for the rest of the year,” the rapper offers amid the brassy “W.A.B.”

How long do we have until 2020? Three weeks? I think we’ll make it.

Elsewhere, Thee Stallion's stiletto-sharp words hit with both startling clarity and directness. This is true whether she’s calling out the (weak-ass) competition or domineering over her counterparts in the bedroom. (I initially thought the sexually charged nature of some of this material couldn’t be overstated, but then I read where HipHopDX wrote that “the album comes out harder than ejaculation” and, Jesus, dudes.)

For Megan, though, being in charge of her sexuality is merely another aspect of being in absolute control, which she illustrates with a flourish on “Pimpin,” shoving asides a man’s desires and instead instructing him on how to instead fulfill hers.

And she’s never in doubt of these powers, either. “He say he feel intimidated when he talk to me,” she raps on “Best You Ever Had.” “I got that hardcore but he want that R&B.”

In other words: Next!