Ms. Hill lyrics

Artist  : Talib Kweli 
Song : Ms. Hill



 Send "Ms. Hill" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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



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



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