She’s long been known as the cute chick riffing over the MC-of-the-moment’s tough-guy rhymes, and she’s a pro at delivering tracks with karaoke cache-midrange crowd-pleasers like “Foolish.” Her voice is pleasant if sometimes uninspiring, but on soulful songs like “You’re Gonna Miss,” the pain in her sweet-as-Smarties voice is definite.īut even with all the emo-passion, nearly half of this album is lukewarm. It’s clear Ashanti Douglas is human now, and not just some MTV-friendly paper doll.

Her factory-sealed voice and pull-string purr are still there, but now when Ashanti sings about a cheating lover, she does more than pout-she burns. And assuming the album has even a lick of emotional authenticity, someone really did a number on her. Throughout The Declaration, her fourth album of pop promiscuity, the echo of a splintering heart nearly drowns out her lovelorn cries. It sounds like Ashanti’s had a run-in with a ***** named Betrayal, and she’s got the bruises to prove it.

Mistress of Murder Inc., someone really did a number on her. She talks about nelly missy elliot TLC jay-z & fergie.

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