Another night away In other words, I say are no words you should say There are no
night slips away In other words, I say There are no you should say are no words
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, excuse me, Ms. And let her know how much we her, it's real The industry was her up them demons started eatin' her up She need a savior 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 hot or power play
Remember how they accused her of She did her without help Then she went to Rome to sing and tell the Pope herself Just after she left the Fugees, started rolling the Marleys Got back with her crew at Dave Chapelle's Party
She made songs about Zion and trying to be Blackstar on tour to Europe, I was so grateful Speaking for myself but I'm sure I speak for Dante I got to watch a show with Nina Simone and Harry
We used to chill at Nkiru, her was a customer She used to love to buy the by Octavia Butler Parable of the Sower, the character's name was Lauren What the album did for black girls' self-esteem was so
I got concerned she got sick on the road She ain't heavy, I'm a And I wish that I pick up the load, but no
Another night away In other words, I say There are no you should say There are no
night slips away In words, I should say are no words you should say There are no
Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, it's Get ill, what you got the power to uplift the heal
Got her assistant on the the phone, I need to talk to And I wanna walk the storm And I could be the when the rain is pouring Please, this no to whoever your man is though This relationship is strictly like D'Angelo
I know you hate and wanna see it fall But they let you read your poem at the BET awards You give us hope, you us faith, you the one They don't like what you got to say but still they beg you to
Whoa, now powerful sis, it's black power We get money, keep our eyes on the final And no, I ain't saying you Christ, that be sacrilegious right? Them raps the recite with their black fist up The last wish is a queen who rise past bitches
We to read Francis Crest or anything By world press will press But what the power of the word Hatched ideas in our heads birds in the nest You gave to a new sound like Donda West, yes
Should I be saying all of this the mic is on? I as well let it out because one day I might be gone I this song and hope you feel how much we love you And you play it 'cause I really got the words to say it, but yo
Another slips away In words, I should say There are no you should say are no words, yeah, yeah
Another night slips In words, I should say are no words you should say There are no
Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, real Get ill, what you spit got the power to and heal
Another slips away In words, I should say There are no words you say There are no
night slips away In other words, I say There are no words you say are no words