Talib Kweli - Ms. Hill lyrics

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 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
Than "Hot" or "Power" play
Remember how they accused her of saying
He 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 Black Star 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' self-esteem was so important
I got concerned when she got sick on the road
She ain't healthy, 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 heel

Got your 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?
But, you can blow and you nice
Sisters them raps 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 impressed
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 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