I must say i wasn’t planning on watching this video because im truly sick of everyone coming after Nicki Minaj as if she’s doing anything other then making money in a legit way. Poet Jasmine Mans took to the mike with a poem entitled “Nicki Minaj” and let the Barbie know how she truly felt about her and her plastic movement. there are a couple things that i can agree with here in this poem however for the other 98% of it she’s just doing the most. “Do you ever feel a cord gripping on your neck, choke, spit? Don’t let this industry f*ck the Assata out of you”….
i honestly feel that if Nicki was just like any other female rapper that didnt really try to step out of the box and be different there wouldnt be this much of an issue, with her rap style. instead of giving her props for being at the VMA’s before she even drops and album, we are all worried about how her sound was messing up and trying to say that she lip raps. all im saying is that if she wasnt like a female version of Weezy no one would have this much of an issue with her. as always people dont like things that are outside of the norm.
You trading you paper in exchange for you to be plastic, all Dolls will eventually mal-function
(I don’t even know why you girls bother at this point like give it up, it ‘s me I win you lose)
I must admit. I have always been intrigued by your ass,I guess that’s what the world looked like after falling from your shoulders.
(Like give it up)
You have the heartbeat of a suicide bomber. A baseline breathing out of your pulse. Your thighs play storage for the weight of the world. I dreamt that you used to back pack, the lost raps, of Female MCs who could not find their way out the cipher
(Its just like I single handedly annihilated like every rape bitch in the building)
Traded in your crown for unsharpened pencils and blank CDs
(Like give it up)
Do you ever feel a cord gripping on your neck, choke, spit? Don’t let this industry f*ck the Assata out of you
Can and will never be code for queen? You are a Queen no matter how many times they try to shuffle you back in tape decks. Bi Sex, straight, you’ve earned my respect
(You da Bestest)
But I know your spine binds and crooked lines, And you can’t seem to write a rhyme for your broken daughters…Slaughter, bent over back, ass cracked, bitch slapped, in videos
There is nothing pedal bike pretty about broken
Do you know what this media is trying to do to you? They will porcelain (Barbie) doll the shit out of you. Leave you noose necked hanging from Zion they will Lauryn Hill you, The mis-education of a Barbie doll coming soon
(I just had an epiphany)
Barbie, I think NYC is making you forget you come from Queens. Its scary when you have wack MCs trying to ghost write your obituary
(You should buy a 16 cuz I write it good)
Your existence is not recyclable to me
Stop spitting me toy stories of Woodys and Buzzlight Years who only come alive when no body is watching
Fake breast– Once upon a time before puberty and tissue filled training bras all little girls wanted a toy chest
What do you treasure?
You have turned your G-spot into a land-mind. Dirty, disgusting. We have been waiting centuries for a woman like you to carve your stiletto in history
This microphone is not a dildo so you are going to have to cum a little harder than that
(I, win, I win, you lose)
Come a little harder for rap
Too many women before you have laid down tracks — UNIT…Y? So you wouldn’t have to record your on your back. Spit some shit it for girls who kiss girls and got beat down to their backs, we will remember you for that
Lips sync your screams and remember your inflections and copyright your raps
For young money anyone can buy themselves their own
( I’m Nick Minaj, Nicki Lewinski, Nicki Barbie, the boss)
Crown, Vagina, Womanhood, and Talent,
All Sold separately
You are being stabbed in the back
Inserted with a wind up string and a tag?
(R, R, R, Roger that)