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Talib Kweli
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Ms. Hill
作詞:Benjamin Kweller
Another night slips away In other words, I should say There are no words you should say There are no words
Another night slips away In other words, I should say There are no words you should say There are no words
Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, it's real Get ill, what you spit got the power to uplift and heal
I wish I could talk to Lauryn, I mean, excuse me, Ms. Hill And let her know how much we love her, it's real The industry was beatin' her up Then them demons started eatin' her up She need a savior that'll bleed in a cup, yup
We used to kick it in the salad days When she look at me like she don't know me When she see me nowadays I nod, she nod back, that's how it stay Her songs still better than anything out that hot or power play
Remember how they accused her of saying She did her album without help Then she went to Rome to sing and tell the Pope about herself Just after she left the Fugees, started rolling with the Marleys Got back with her crew at Dave Chapelle's Block Party
She made songs about Zion and trying to be faithful Took Blackstar on tour to Europe, I was so grateful Speaking for myself but I'm sure I could speak for Dante I got to watch a show with Nina Simone and Harry Belafonte
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 We used to chill at Nkiru, her moms was a customer She used to love to buy the books by Octavia Butler Parable of the Sower, the main character's name was Lauren What the album did for black girls' self-esteem was so important
I got concerned when she got sick on the road She ain't heavy, I'm a brother And I wish that I could pick up the load, but no
Another night slips away In other words, I should say There are no words you should say There are no words
Another night slips away In other words, I should say There are no words you should say There are no words
Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, it's real Get ill, what you spit got the power to uplift the heal
Got her assistant on the the phone, I need to talk to Lauryn And I wanna walk through the storm And I could be the umbrella when the rain is pouring Please, this no disrespect to whoever your man is though This relationship is strictly music like D'Angelo
I know you hate Babylon and wanna see it fall But they won't let you read your poem at the BET awards You give us hope, you give us faith, you the one They don't like what you got to say but still they beg you to come
Whoa, now that's powerful sis, it's black power We get money, keep our eyes on the final hour And no, I ain't saying you Christ, that would be sacrilegious right? [Incomprehensible] Them raps the sisters recite with their black fist up The devil's last wish is a queen who rise past bitches
We used to read Francis Crest or anything By third world press will press But what the power of the word suggest Hatched ideas in our heads like birds in the nest You gave birth to a new sound like Donda West, yes
Should I be saying all of this while the mic is on? I might as well let it out because one day I might be gone I write this song and hope you feel how much we love you And you play it 'cause I really ain't got the words to say it, but yo
Another night slips away In other words, I should say There are no words you should say There are no words, yeah, yeah
Another night slips away In other words, I should say There are no words you should say There are no words
Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, it's real Get ill, what you spit got the power to uplift and heal
Another night slips away In other words, I should say There are no words you should say There are no words
Another night slips away In other words, I should say There are no words you should say There are no words
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