Another night slips In other words, I say are no words you should say are no words
Another night slips In other words, I say There are no you should say There are no
Ms. Hill, you got skills, a gift, it's real Get ill, you spit got the power to uplift and heal
I wish I could talk to Lauryn, I mean, me, Ms. Hill And let her know how much we her, it's real The was beatin' her up Then them demons started her up She need a that'll bleed in a cup, yup
We to kick it in the salad days she look at me like she don't know me When she see me I nod, she nod back, that's how it Her songs still better than anything out that hot or power
Remember how accused her of saying She did her album help Then she to Rome to sing and tell the Pope about herself after she left the Fugees, started rolling with the Marleys Got back her crew at Dave Chapelle's Block Party
She made songs about and trying to be faithful Took on tour to Europe, I was so grateful Speaking for but I'm sure I could speak for Dante I got to watch a with Nina Simone and Harry Belafonte
We used to chill at Nkiru, her was a customer She used to love to buy the books by Octavia Parable of the Sower, the character's name was Lauren the album did for black girls' self-esteem was so important
I got concerned she got sick on the road She ain't heavy, I'm a And I that I could pick up the load, but no
Another night slips In other words, I say are no words you should say There are no
Another slips away In words, I should say are no words you should say There are no
Ms. Hill, you got skills, a gift, it's real Get ill, what you got the power to uplift the heal
Got her on the the phone, I need to talk to Lauryn And I walk through the storm And I be the umbrella when the rain is pouring Please, this no disrespect to your man is though relationship is strictly music like D'Angelo
I you hate Babylon and wanna see it fall But they won't let you your poem at the BET awards You give us hope, you us faith, you the one don't like what you got to say but still they beg you to come
Whoa, now that's powerful sis, it's power We get money, keep our on the final hour And no, I saying you Christ, that would be sacrilegious right? Them raps the sisters recite their black fist up The devil's wish is a queen who rise past bitches
We used to read Crest or anything By third world press will But what the power of the suggest Hatched ideas in our like birds in the nest You gave birth to a new like Donda West, yes
I be saying all of this while the mic is on? I might as well let it out one day I might be gone I write this song and hope you feel how we love you And you play it 'cause I really ain't got the to say it, but yo
Another slips away In words, I should say There are no you should say There are no words, yeah,
Another slips away In other words, I say There are no words you say There are no
Ms. Hill, you got skills, a gift, it's real Get ill, you spit got the power to uplift and heal
Another night slips In other words, I say are no words you should say There are no
Another night away In other words, I say There are no you should say are no words