Erykah, Erykah, Erykah. What can I say.
I remembered the first time I saw her in Vibe,
right before the "On & On" video came out.
Other than Amel Larrieux, no one was on that
laid back, I am going to let my lyrics speak for it self I
don't give a f-ck if you think that I'm weird sh-t.
It was tight. She was a nappy, with a big 'ol head
wrap and wasn't "bigger than a minute" as my
momma would say.
Erykah was a movement.
Erykah sings Happy Birthday to Raekwon. Courtesy of Grand Good.
You may have liked her, hated her, thought she
was fake, but at the end of the day you had an
opinion about her.
Openly expressing your life for her put
you at risk for being called, a tofu-eatin',
coffee shop dwelling, boho.
My response was always I like my ignorance,
and I like my light.
From Woody Allen to the Wedding Crashers
I am going to like what I like.
Good art raises questions, so what more
can we ask for from an artist?
To this day, Baduizm, is one of those self-righteous
delicious albums that you can clean your house to,
get your mash in to, ride down Highway 1 to- its simply
Second runner up is Worldwide Underground.
The melodies, the beats and the over all lightness
made that an album enjoyable.
That heartbeat on I Want You.
I never really got into Mama's Gun, even though
Bag Lady still knocks to this day.
Lets not get into the alleged impact that
she has on men. If you listen to the
homies at Oh Word Baduizm is a disease.
But we all know, if Baduizm were a disease,
cats would be holed up in their rooms
disinterested in a cure.
What's your favorite Badu joint?
You notice how she keeps her children out