Ms. Hill Lyrics - Talib Kweli

Every night, slips away (phone ringing) 

in other words, (yo, who's this?) I should say 

there are no words, (y'all heard it) you should say 

there are no words, (I mean it's life) 

every night, slips away (I mean, what can I say? it's best) 

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 heel 

I wish I could talk to Lauryn 

I mean excuse me, Ms. Hill 

and let her know how much we love her is real 

the industry was beating her up 

then those demons started eating 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 ain'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 there 

hotter 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 the Blackstar on tour in 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 

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' souls 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 

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every 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 heel 

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got your assitant 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 sacriligous right? 

but you can blow up the night, sisters the rats is vicious 

the raps the sisters recite with their black fist up 

the devil's last wish is a queen that 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 Don did 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 

every 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 heel