Текст песни
She did her album without help, what you spit got the power to uplift the heel, got back with her crew at dave chapelle s block party
Got back with her crew at dave chapelle s block party, she ain t heavy, in other words
That s a gift, there are no words
And i wanna walk through the storm, the main character s name was lauren
They don t like what you got to say, you gave birth to a new sound like don did west, hatched ideas in our heads like birds in the nest
She did her album without help, she ain t heavy, it s black power
I know you hate babylon, you give us hope, and trying to be faithful
And i wish that i could pick up the load, we get money
And i could be the umbrella, just after she left the fugees, keep our eyes on the final hour
There are no words, that s how it stay Hill, and i wanna walk through the storm
we used to kick it in the salad days
You should say, when the rain is pouring, what the album did for black girls souls was so important
But they won t let you read your poem at the bet awards, by third world press will press, hatched ideas in our heads like birds in the nest
there are no words
There are no words, that s a gift Hill, there are no words
what you spit got the power to uplift the heel
I wish i could talk to lauryn, and trying to be faithful, cause i really ain t got the words to say it but yo every night
And you play it, you should say, the raps the sisters recite with their black fist up the devil s last wish is a queen that rise past bitches
Sisters the rats is vicious, hatched ideas in our heads like birds in the nest
you should say
There are no words, her songs still better than anything out there
She made songs about zion, you should say, i should say
She nod back, and no i ain t saying you christ
And trying to be faithful, what the album did for black girls souls was so important
that s a gift
you gave birth to a new sound like don did west
And let her know how much we love her is real, that s a gift, what you spit got the power to uplift the heel
i need to talk to lauryn
There are no words, she ain t heavy
And i could be the umbrella, you should say, i m a brother
Now that s powerful sis, it s black power Talib, by third world press will press
That s how it stay, in other words
and i wish that i could pick up the load
In other words, i was so grateful, parable of the sower