Chorus:
Another 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 fire)
Another night, slips away (I mean, what can I say? she'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 and heal.

Verse 1:
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 beating her up,
then them 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
but 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 his self
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 through Europe I'm 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 her 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 here brother and I wish that I could pick up the load,
but no.

Chorus:
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

Verse 2:
Get her assistant on the the phone "I need to talk to Lauryn"
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, sister them raps is vicious
them raps the sisters recite with their black fist up
the devil's last wish is a queen that rhymes past bitches
we used to read Francis Crest or anythingby Third World Press
impressed by 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 when you play it,
cause I really ain't got the words to say it
but yo

Chorus:
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.