The first taste of Minaj’s album The Pink Print is like if TLC had punctuated "No Scrubs" with a few dozen rounds of machine-gun fire. The beat is all sumptuous minimalism, the lyrics are all vicious hate: "Bunch of non-mogul-ass ****** frontin' like they got a plan/Boost Mobile ass *****," she blazes, and the Boost Mobile men of the world pack up their little dicks and skulk back to Mom’s basement.
It's already successful because it's done it's job... It created buzz; it wasn't released to make money (it's not on iTunes and wasn't rush released after it took off) or take the charts by storm. It was made to start a conversation... a much needed one.
the bible of music has spoken
