///////LYRICS///////
By Jasmine Mans
You are being traded 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)
Nicki MInaj,
(It's me)
I must admit
(Its, its me)
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 dreamed that you used to back packed, the lost raps, of Female MCs who could not find their way out the cipher
(Its just like I singlehandedly annihilated like every rape b**ch 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**k the Assata out of you
(Harijuku-Barbie)
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, b***h 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 s**tout 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
(Barbie)
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 s**tit 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
MC
(Barbie)
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
(Barbie)
You are being stabbed in the back
Inserted with a wind up string and a tag?
(R, R, R, Roger that)
You are being traded 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)
Nicki MInaj,
(It's me)
I must admit
(Its, its me)
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 dreamed that you used to back packed, the lost raps, of Female MCs who could not find their way out the cipher
(Its just like I singlehandedly annihilated like every rape b**ch 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**k the Assata out of you
(Harijuku-Barbie)
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, b***h 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 s**tout 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
(Barbie)
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 s**tit 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
MC
(Barbie)
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
(Barbie)
You are being stabbed in the back
Inserted with a wind up string and a tag?
(R, R, R, Roger that)
truth... i still wont ever put her in a sentence with Lauryn Hill. Lauryn gave us great works which cannot be compared. I have yet to play a nicki song that i want kno ill want to play again in 10 yrs. she's just a phase, but lauryn's songs ill play for my children and grandchildren when i tell them that music was good back in my day
ReplyDeleteFirst of all - To comment on the previous comment: Nicki Minaj is not just a phase. Her music will be played in 10 years. Your grandchildren will be studying it in sociology courses and courses about the black culture in the 21st century. There are courses now that cover the intersectionality of race and music where students are studying NWA's 'Fuck The Police'. (no offense but...) There's much more to Ms. Minaj and he music. If you took the time to do your research you'd understand.
ReplyDeleteSecond - I agree with the arthur of this blog. It is possible to compare the likes of Nick Minaj to that of Lauryn Hill.
My Opinion - All women in the industry have to market themselves. When women become famous they become a brand which is like being a whore. People like Lauryn Hill and Assata Shakur know the struggles of this self marketing. You could tell her love and respect for Nicki Minaj and women who have had to market themselves in order to live up to the hype that fame brings.
Evidence - This is evident when Jasmine says:
-"Don't let this industry rape the {ASSATA also-known-as the wisdom, substance, and INDIVIDUAL) our of you"
-The poem also questions females as a whole and says "the media will porcelain doll the shit out of you" i.e: make you fake as shit
-The poem asks the question "What do you treasure"
Nicki Minaj and other female emcees have had to decide whether to be fake, phony, and glamorous or be who they really are and original. The similarities of Lauryn HIll and Miss Minaj are toooo apparent.
Love the blog post. Keep it up arthur. I'm a fan. ;)