I realized it was about time for me to do another review of a rap CD, and since I finally got one in the mail (most of the CDs I receive are rock or pop music), I decided, "Why not?"

My first experience with commercial rapper Method Man was his deodorant advertisement on television. Unfortunately my second taste of Method Man was "Tical 0: The Prequel."

Now I'm no prude or anything, nor am I one to be easily offended by sexual humor - but I can't listen to a full album of words along the lines of, "I slap that a--, b---- and f---in' see what you got." And that is the least profane it gets.

Is it a joke or what? I don't know. I have no idea how someone could build a career on this crap. It's just horrible. It doesn't have any point whatsoever. The beats aren't good, Method Man's voice doesn't add anything to the music world and his rap sure doesn't either.

Hopefully the upcoming sitcom featuring Method Man will keep him busy with a television career and, maybe, it will keep him from recording "music."

Out of 17 tracks, Method Man appears solo on three. Which is a good thing, because those three tracks have absolutely no redeeming qualities whatsoever. But thanks to Busta Rhymes, Snoop Dogg and a few others, this CD doesn't completely suck.

"Baby Come On" is the only track on this album that deserves any sort of praise. Featuring Kardinal Offishall, it's the only track that doesn't sound exactly the same, and have exactly the same content as any other bling bling rap.

The music and rap on "Afterparty" is also worth a listen. This one features Ghostface and is clever and actually has some good beats and sound.

Rapper Black Ice actually adds intelligence to the album, on the minute-long "Ridin' For Outro." His appearance on the last track almost redeems all the idiotic aspects of the rest of the album. Almost.

"Poverty, drugs and poor education should be the target/ But we won't stay game in that/ We'll kill and maim another cat like there's no shame in that/ Like there's fame in that."

Missy Elliot adds a little diversion on "Say What" and the music on "The Prequel" and "Crooked Letter 1," both featuring Streetlife, are about as good as it gets on this release.

Ludacris actually pulls out some decent rhymes on "Rodeo." But, maybe because I'm a female, I really can't stand all the self-righteous fellatio talk.

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Suggested listening: Never