The Pinkprint is a fairly decent pop album. There is just one big problem. It thinks it's a rap album too. And as a rap album, it's nearly garbage. Now Nicki can rap. We all know this, but the fact that everytime she stops singing and starts rapping on this record, you cringe. It's that bad. And the strange thing is everyone wants Nicki to rap, including me. We want Mixtape Nicki, but we never get Mixtape Nicki. We get confused Nicki, who still doesn't know what she is as an artist. And who is obviously going through some emotional stuff and the album is soaked in it. That's not a problem. Neither is the sex, but it's more uncomfortably forced than feminists supremacist. Azealia Banks proved you can find a happy medium between rap and pop, but it's a delicate balance, and instead Nicki here just bulldozes through it all. It's not terrible, it's just frustrating.