The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill Album

Artist(s): Lauryn Hill

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Lauryn Hill The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill Cover Art

Tracklist

Intro

length: 0:48
producer: Lauryn Hill
mixer: Commissioner Gordon
recording engineer: Matt Howe and Tony Prendatt
guitar: Francis Dunnery and Andrew Smith
trombone: Fayyaz Virji
harp: Elisabeth Valletti
bass guitar: Stuart Zender and Tom Barney
tenor saxophone & alto saxophone & flute: Bud Beadle
flugelhorn & trumpet: Kevin Robinson
Hammond organ & piano & Rhodes piano & Wurlitzer electric piano: Don-E
Wurlitzer electric piano & Rhodes piano & piano & Hammond organ: Loris Holland
composer: Lauryn Hill
lyricist: Lauryn Hill

Intro



Lost Ones

length: 5:34
producer: Lauryn Hill
vocal: Lauryn Hill
mixer: Commissioner Gordon and Warren Riker
recording engineer: Commissioner Gordon
co-producer: Vada Nobles
drum machine programming: Vada Nobles
assistant recording engineer: Errol Brown
bass synthesizer: James Poyser
guitar: Robert Browne, Johari Newton and Earl “Chinna” Smith
bass guitar: Chris Meredith
writer: Lauryn Hill, Toots Hibbert
It's funny how money change a situation
Miscommunication leads to complication
My emancipation don't fit your equation
I was on the humble, you on every station
Some wan' play young lauryn like she dumb
But remember not a game new under the sun
Everything you did has already been done
I know all the tricks from bricks to kingston
My ting done made your kingdom wan' run
Now understand "l-boogie's" non-violent
But if a thing test me, run for mi gun
Can't take a threat to mi new born son
L's been this way since creation
A groupie call, you fall from temptation
Now you want to ball over separation
Tarnish my image in your conversation
Who you gon' scrimmage, like you the champion?
You might win some but you just lost one

You might win some but you just lost one

Now, now how come your talk turn cold?
Gain the whole world for the price of your soul
Tryin' to grab hold of what you can't control
Now you all floss, what a sight to behold
Wisdom is better than silver and gold
I was hopeless, now I'm more hopeful
Every man want to act like he's exempt
Need to get down on his knees and repent
Can't slick talk on the day of judgment
Your movement's similar to a serpent
Tried to play straight, how your whole style bent?
Consequence is no coincidence
Hypocrites always want to play innocent
Always want to take it to the full out extent
Always want to make it seem like good intent
Never want to face it when it time for punishment
I know you don't want to hear my opinion
But there come many paths and you must choose one
And if you don't change then the rain soon come
See you might win some, but you just lost one

You might win some but you just lost one

You might win some, but you really lost one
You just lost one, it's so silly how come?
When it's all done, did you really gain from
What you done done? it's so silly how come?
You just lost one

Now don't you understand man universal law?
What you throw out comes back to you, star
Never underestimate those who you scar
Cause karma, karma, karma comes back to you hard!
You can't hold god's people back that long
The chain of shatan wasn't made that strong
Trying to pretend like your word is your bond
But until you do right, all you do will go wrong
Now some might mistake this for just a simple song
And some don't know what they have 'til it's gone
Now even when you're gone you can still be reborn
And, from the night can arrive the sweet dawn
Now, some might listen and some might shun
And some may think that they've reached perfection
If you look closely you'll see what you've become
Cause you might win some but you just lost one!

You might win some but you just lost one

You might win some, but you really lost one
You just lost one, it's so silly how come?
When it's all done, did you really gain from
What you done done, it's so silly how come?

You might win some, but you really lost one
You just lost one, it's so silly how come?
When it's all done, did you really gain from
What you done done, it's so silly how come?

You just lost one
What a bum-bum

Ex‐Factor

length: 5:27
producer: Lauryn Hill
piano: Tejumold Newton
mixer: Commissioner Gordon
recording engineer: Commissioner Gordon
background vocals: Chuck Young
guitar: Johari Newton
percussion: Rudy Bird
drum machine programming: Vada Nobles
background vocals & lead vocals: Lauryn Hill
assistant mixer: Greg Thompson
assistant recording engineer: Chip Verspyck
bass guitar: Paul Fakhourie
organ & Rhodes piano & Wurlitzer electric piano: James Poyser
lyricist: Lauryn Hill
composer: Method Man, Alan Bergman, Ghostface Killah, GZA/Genius, Inspectah Deck, Lauryn Hill, Marilyn Bergman, Marvin Hamlisch, Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Raekwon, RZA, U‐God
It could all be so simple
But you'd rather make it hard
Loving you is like a battle
And we both end up with scars
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
No one loves you more than me
And no one ever will

Is this just a silly game
That forces you to act this way?
Forces you to scream my name
Then pretend that you can't stay
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
No one loves you more than me
And no one ever will

No matter how I think we grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain't workin', It ain't workin' (No, it ain't workin')
And when I try to walk away
You'd hurt yourself to make me stay
This is crazy, this is crazy (This is crazy, uh-huh!)

I keep letting you back in
How can I explain myself?
As painful as this thing has been
I just can't be with no one else
See I know what we've got to do
You let go, and I'll let go too
'Cause no one's hurt me more than you
And no one ever will

No matter how I think we grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain't workin', It ain't workin' (It ain't workin')
And when I try to walk away
You'd hurt yourself to make me stay
This is crazy, this is crazy

Care for me, care for me!
I know you care for me!

There for me, there for me!
Said you'd be there for me!

Cry for me, cry for me!
You said you'd die for me!

Give to me, give to me!
Why won't you live for me?!

To Zion

length: 6:10
producer: Lauryn Hill
lead vocals: Lauryn Hill
mixer: Commissioner Gordon
recording engineer: Commissioner Gordon, Johny wyndrx and Warren Riker
background vocals: Andrea Simmons, Eddie Stockley, Sabrina Johnston, Kenny Bobien, Earl Robinson and Lenesha Randolph
co-producer: Che Vicious
harp: Grace Paradise
drums (drum set): Jared Crawford
assistant mixer: Jamie Siegel
assistant recording engineer: Ken Johnson
bass synthesizer: James Poyser
guest guitar: Carlos Santana
composer: Lauryn Hill, Charles Fox, Norman Gimbel
lyricist: Lauryn Hill
I am on the rock and then I check a stock
I have to run like a fugitive to save the life I live
I'm gonna be Iron like a Lion in Zion (repeat)
Iron Lion Zion
I'm on the run but I ain't got no gun
See they want to be the star
So they fighting tribal war
And they saying Iron like a Lion in Zion
Iron like a Lion in Zion,
Iron Lion Zion

I'm on the rock, (running and you running)
I take a stock, (running like a fugitive)
I had to run like a fugitive just to save the life I live
I'm gonna be Iron like a Lion in Zion (repeat)
Iron Lion Zion, Iron Lion Zion, Iron Lion
Zion Iron like a Lion in Zion, Iron like
a lion in Zion Iron like a Lion in Zion

Doo Wop (That Thing)

length: 5:21
producer: Lauryn Hill
lead vocals: Lauryn Hill
trumpet: Everol Ray
mixer: Commissioner Gordon
recording engineer: Warren Riker and Commissioner Gordon
background vocals: Jeni Fujita, Lenesha Randolph, Fundisha, Rasheem “Kilo” Pugh and James Poyser
saxophone: Dean Fraser
trombone: Ronald "Nambo" Robinson
drum machine programming: Vada Nobles and Che Vicious
strings: Indigo Quartet
Rhodes piano & piano & celesta & Wurlitzer electric piano & electric piano: James Poyser
turntable: DJ Supreme
lyricist: Lauryn Hill
composer: Lauryn Hill
Yo, remember back on the boogie when cats used to harmonize like
Yo, my men and my women
Don't forget about the dean, sirat al-mustaqim
Yo, it's about a thing
If ya feel real good wave your hands in the air
And lick two shots in the atmosphere!

It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend
The one you let hit it and never called you again
'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins?
You act like you ain't hear him, then give him a little trim
To begin, how you think you're really gon' pretend
Like you wasn't down and you called him again?
Plus, when you give it up so easy you ain't even foolin' him
If you did it then, then you'd probably **** again
Talking out your neck, sayin' you're a Christian
A Muslim, sleeping with the gin
Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in
Who you gon' tell when the repercussions spin?
Showing off your *** cause you're thinkin' it's a trend
Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again
You know I only say it cause I'm truly genuine
Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem
Baby girl, respect is just a minimum
*****s ****ed up and you still defending 'em
Now, Lauryn is only human
Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament
Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, Penn
It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in
Look at where you be in, hair weaves like Europeans
Fake nails done by Koreans
Come again

Guys you know you'd better watch out
Some girls, some girls are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing

The second verse is dedicated to the men
More concerned with his rims and his Timbs than his women
Him and his men, come in the club like hooligans
Don't care who they offend, poppin' yang (Like you got yen!)
Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men
Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement
The pretty face men claiming that they be the big men
Need to take care of they three or four kids
And they face a court case when the child support late
Money taking and heart breaking, now you wonder why women hate men
The sleepy, silent men
The punk, domestic violence men
Quick to shoot the semen, stop acting like boys and be men
How you gonna win, when you ain't right within?
How you gonna win, when you ain't right within?
How you gonna win, when you ain't right within?
Come again

Watch out, watch out
Look out, look out
Watch out, watch out
Look out, look out
Watch out, watch out
Look out, look out
Watch out, watch out
Look out, look out

Girls you know you'd better watch out
Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing
Guys you know you'd better watch out
Some girls, some girls are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing

Superstar

length: 4:58
producer: Lauryn Hill
vocal: Lauryn Hill
mixer: Commissioner Gordon
recording engineer: Tony Prendatt
guitar: Lauryn Hill
percussion: Rudy Bird
harp: Grace Paradise
drum machine programming: Che Vicious and Vada Nobles
assistant engineer: Brian Vibberts and Commissioner Gordon
Wurlitzer electric piano & electric piano & harpsichord & Moog: James Poyser
lyricist: Johari Newton, Lauryn Hill
composer: James Poyser, Lauryn Hill
Yo hip-hop, started out in the heart
Uh-huh, yo
Now everybody tryin to chart
Say what? Hip-Hop, started out in the heart
Yo, now everybody tryin to chart
C'mon now baby c'mon now baby c'mon now baby c'mon, uhh
C'mon now baby c'mon now baby c'mon now baby c'mon

C'mon baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't gettin no higher?

Now tell me your philosophy
On exactly what an artist should be
Should they be someone with prosperity
And no concept of reality?

Now, who you know without any flaws?
That lives above the spiritual laws?
And does anything they feel just because
There's always someone there who'll applaud?

C'mon baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't gettin no higher?

I know you think that you've got it all
And by making other people feel small
Makes you think you're unable to fall
But when you do, who you gonna call?

See what you give is just what you get
I know it hasn't hit you yet!
Now I don't mean to get you upset
But every cause has an effect! Uh-huh!

C'mon baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
So how come we ain't gettin no higher?

I cross sands in distant lands, made plans with the sheiks
Why you beef with freaks as my album sales peak? Uhh
All I wanted was to sell like five hundred
And be a Ghetto Supastar since my first album _Blunted_
I used to work at Foot Locker, they fired me and fronted
Or I quitted, now I spit it -- however do you want it!
Now you get it, writing rhymes, in the Range, with the frames
Lightly tinted, then send it to your blcok to have my full name
Cemented (Lauryn Hill!) And if your lines sound like mine
I'm taking a percentage (ka-ching!) Unprecedented, and still respected
When it's finished, I'm serious, I'm takin over areas in Aquarius
Runnin red lights with my ten thousand chariots
Just as Christ was a Superstar, you stupid, Star
They hail you then nail you, no matter who you are
They'll make you now then take you down, and make you face it
If you slit the bag open, put your pinky in it and taste it

C'mon baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
So how come we ain't gettin no higher?

C'mon baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
So how come we ain't gettin no higher?

C'mon baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
So how come we ain't gettin no higher?

Final Hour

length: 4:16
producer: Lauryn Hill
lead vocals: Lauryn Hill
mixer: Commissioner Gordon
recording engineer: Matt Howe and Tony Prendatt
guitar: Andrew Smith
trombone: Fayyaz Virji
harp: Elisabeth Valletti
assistant recording engineer: Neil Tucker and Chip Verspyck
bass guitar: Stuart Zender
tenor saxophone & alto saxophone & flute: Bud Beadle
flugelhorn & trumpet: Kevin Robinson
composer: Lauryn Hill, DJ Premier
lyricist: Lauryn Hill
I treat this like my thesis
Well-written topic, broken down into pieces
I introduce then produce
Words so profuse it's abuse how I juice up this beat
Like I'm deuce, two people both equal
Like I'm Gemini, rather Simeon
If I Jimmy on this lock I could pop it
You can't stop it, drop it
Your whole crew's microscopic
Like particles while I make international articles
And on the cover
Don't discuss the baby mother business
I been in this third LP you can't tell me, I witness
First handed I'm candid
You can't stand it, respect demanded
And get flown around the planet
Rock Hard like granite or steel
People feel Lauryn Hill from New-Ark to Israel
And this is real, so I keep makin' the street's ballads
While you lookin' for dressin' to go with your tossed salad

You can get the money!
You can get the power!
But keep your eyes on the Final Hour!
You can get the money!
You can get the power!
But keep your eyes on the Final Hour!

I'm about to change the focus from the richest to the brokest
I wrote this opus, to reverse the hypnosis
Whoever's closest to the line's gonna win it
You gonna fall trying to ball
While my team win the pennant
I'm about to begin it
For a minute, then run for senate
Make a slum lord be the tenant give his money to kids to spend it
And then amend it, every law that ever prevented
Our survival since our arrival
Documented in The Bible, like Moses and Aaron
Things gon' change, it's apparent
And all the transparent gonna
Be seen through, let God redeem you
Keep your deen true
You can get the green too
Watch out what you cling to
Observe how a queen do
And I remain calm reading the 73 Psalm
'Cause with all this going on I got the world in my palm

You can get the money!
You can get the power!
But keep your eyes on the Final Hour!
You can get the money!
You can get the power!
But keep your eyes on the Final Hour!

Now I be breaking bread sipping
Manichevitz wine
Pay no mind party like it's 1999
But when it comes down to ground beef like Palestine
Say your rhymes, let's see if that get you out your bind
Now I'm a get the mozzarella like a Rockerfeller
Still be in the church of Lalibela, singing hymns a cappella
Whether posed in Maribella in Couture
Or collecting residuals from off The Score
I'm making sure I'm with the 144
I've been here before this ain't a battle, this is war
Word to Boonie
I makes a lot like a Sunni
Get diplomatic immunity in every ghetto community
Had opportunity went from Hoodshock to Hood-chic
But it ain't what you cop, it's about what you keep
And even if there are leaks, you can't capsize this ship
Cause I baptize my lips every time I take a sip
(Every time i take sips!)

You can get the money!
You can get the power!
But keep your eyes on the Final Hour!
You can get the money!
You can get the power!
But keep your eyes on the Final Hour!
You can get the money!
You can get the power!
But keep your eyes on the Final Hour!
You can get the money!
You can get the power!
But keep your eyes on the Final Hour!
You can get the money!

When It Hurts So Bad

length: 5:43
producer: Lauryn Hill
lead vocals: Lauryn Hill
mixer: Storm Jefferson and Commissioner Gordon
recording engineer: Commissioner Gordon, Warren Riker and Storm Jefferson
guitar: Johari Newton
percussion: Rudy Bird
harp: Grace Paradise
drum machine programming: Vada Nobles and Che Vicious
drums (drum set): Squiddly Ranks
bass guitar: Chris Meredith
composer: Lauryn Hill
lyricist: Lauryn Hill
When it hurts so bad (when it hurts so bad)
When it hurts so bad (when it hurts so bad)
Why's it feel so good? (when it hurts so bad)
(when it hurts so bad)

When it hurts so bad (when it hurts so bad)
When it hurts so bad (when it hurts so bad)
Why's it feel so good? (when it hurts so bad)
(when it hurts so bad)

I loved real, real hard once
But the love wasn't returned
Found out the man I'd die for
He wasn't even concerned
I tried, and I tried, and I tried
To keep him in my life (to keep him in my life)
I cried, and I cried, and I cried
But I couldn't make it right

But I, I loved the young man
And if you ever been in love
Then you'd understand

That what you want might make you cry
What you need might pass you by
If you don't catch it (if you don't catch it)
(if you don't catch it)

And what you need ironically
Will turn out what you want to be
If you just let it (if you just let it)
If you just let it (if you just let it)

See, I thought this feeling
It was all that I had
But how could this be love
And make me feel so bad? (gave up my power)
Gave up my power
I existed for you
But who-ever knew
The voo-doo you'd do

But I, I loved the young man
And if you ever been in love
Then you'd understand

What you want might make you cry
What you need might pass you by
If you don't catch it (if you don't, you don't)
(if you don't, you don't)

And what you need ironically
Will turn out what you want to be
If you just let it (if you don't, you don't)
If you just let it (if you don't, you don't)

See what you want might make you cry
What you need might pass you by
If you don't catch it (if you don't, you don't)
(if you don't, you don't)

And what you need ironically
Will turn out what you want to be
If you just let it
If you just let it

When it hurts so bad (when it hurts so bad)
When it hurts so bad (when it hurts so bad)
Why's it feel so good? (when it hurts so bad)
(when it hurts so bad)

When it hurts so bad (when it hurts so bad)
When it hurts so bad (when it hurts so bad)
Why's it feel so good? (when it hurts so bad)
(when it hurts so bad)

When it hurts so bad (when it hurts so bad)
So bad (when it hurts so bad)
(when it hurts so bad)
(when it hurts so bad)

I Used to Love Him

length: 5:40
producer: Lauryn Hill
guest lead vocals: Mary J. Blige
lead vocals: Lauryn Hill
performer: Mary J. Blige
mixer: Commissioner Gordon and Warren Riker
recording engineer: Ken Johnson, Commissioner Gordon and Tony Prendatt
background vocals: Tara Watkins and Andrea Simmons
additional background vocals: Jennifer McNeill, Ramón Rivera, Ahmed Wallace, Rachel Wilson, Lenesha Randolph and Chinah
drum machine programming: Che Vicious
background vocals & lead vocals: Lauryn Hill
assistant recording engineer: Storm Jefferson
bass guitar: Matthew Rubano
Moog: James Poyser
composer: Lauryn Hill, D.J. Rogers, Johari Newton, Tejumold Newton, Vada Nobles
lyricist: Lauryn Hill
As I look at what I've done
The type of life that I've lived
How many things I pray the father will forgive
One situation involved a young man

He was the ocean and I was the sand
He stole my heart like a thief in the night
Dulled my senses blurred my sight
I used to love him but now I don't

I used to love him but now I don't
I chose a road of passion and pain
Sacrificed too much and waited in vain
Gave up my power ceased being queen

Addicted to love like the drug of a fiend
Torn and confused wasted and used
Reached the crossroad which path would I choose
Stuck and frustrated I waited, debated

For something to happen that just wasn't fated
Thought what I wanted was something I needed
When momma said no I just should have heeded
Misled I bled till the poison was gone

And out of the darkness arrived the sweet dawn
I used to love him but now I don't
I used to love him but now I don't
Father you saved me and showed me that life

Was much more than being some foolish man's wife
Showed me that love was respect and devotion
Greater than planets deeper than oceans
My soul was weary but now it's replenished

Content because that part of my life is finished
I see him sometimes and the look in his eye
Is one of a man who's lost treasures untold
But my heart is gold I took back my soul

And totally let my creator control
The life which was his to begin with
I used to love him but now I don't

Forgive Them Father

length: 5:16
producer: Lauryn Hill
lead vocals: Lauryn Hill
trumpet: Everol Ray
mixer: Commissioner Gordon
recording engineer: Commissioner Gordon
guitar: Julian Marley and Earl “Chinna” Smith
guest: Shelly Thunder
tenor saxophone: Dean Fraser
trombone: Ronald "Nambo" Robinson
drum machine programming: Che Vicious and Vada Nobles
assistant engineer: Brian Vibberts
assistant recording engineer: Errol Brown
bass guitar: Chris Meredith
composer: Lauryn Hill
lyricist: Lauryn Hill
Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those that trespass against us

Although them again we will never never never trust

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Them not know what them do
Big out to yi while I'm stickin' like glue
Fling skin grin while them plotting for you true!

Forgive them father for they know not what they do
(Me nah tellin' them no more)
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
(Be real, them not a clue!)
Beware the false motives of others
Be careful of those who pretend to be brothers
And you never suppose it's those who are closest to you
To you
They say all the right things, to gain their position
Then use your kindness as their ammunition
to shoot you down in the name of ambition, they do
Oh
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Forgive them father for they know not what they do

Why every Indian want to be the chief?
Feed a man 'til he full and he still want beef
Give me grief, try to tief off my piece
Why for you to increase, I must decrease?
If I treat you kindly, does it mean that I'm weak?
You hear me speak and think I won't take it to the streets
I know enough cats that don't turn the other cheek
But I try to keep it civilized like Menelik
and other African czars, observing stars with war scars
Get yours in this capitalistic system
So many caught or got bought you can't list them
How you gonna idolize the missing?
To survive is to stay alive in the face of opposition
even when they comin', gunnin' I stand position
L's known the mission since conception
Let's free the people from deception
If you looking for the answers then you gotta ask the questions
And when I let go, my voice echoes through the ghetto
Sick of men trying to pull strings like Geppetto
Why black people always be the ones to settle?
March through these streets like Soweto, uh

Like Cain and Abel, Caesar and Brutus
Jesus and Judas, backstabbers do this
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
It took me a little while to discover
Wolves in sheep coats who pretend to be lovers
Men who lack conscience will even lie to themselves, to themselves
A friend once said, and I found to be true
that everyday people, they lie to God too
So what makes you think, that they won't lie to you?
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
(Forgive dem, forgive dem)
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
(Forgive dem, forgive dem)

Gwan like dem love while dem rip you to shreds
Trample pon yuh heart and lef yuh fi dead
Dem a-yuh friend who yuh depen pon from way back when
but if you, gi dem yuh back dem yuh mus meet yuh end
Dem not know what dem do do
Dem not know what dem do do
Dem not know, dem not know, dem not know, dem not know
Dem not know what dem do do
(Forgive them father, forgive them father)

Every Ghetto, Every City

length: 5:15
producer: Lauryn Hill
vocal: Lauryn Hill
mixer: Commissioner Gordon
recording engineer: Commissioner Gordon, Tony Prendatt, Chris Theis, Ken Johnson and Storm Jefferson
guitar: Francis Dunnery
clarinet: Loris Holland
bass guitar: Tom Barney
composer: Lauryn Hill, David Axelrod
lyricist: Lauryn Hill
I was just a little girl
Skinny legs, a press and curl
My mother always thought I'd be a star
But way before my record deal,
The streets that nurtured Lauryn Hill
Made sure that I'd never go too far
Every ghetto, every city and suburban place I've been
Make me recall my days in the New Jerusalem
Story starts at Hootaville grew up next to Ivy Hill
When kids were stealing quartervilles for fun
"Kill the guy" in Carter park
Rode a Mongoose 'til it's dark
Watching kids show off the stolen ones
Every ghetto, every city and suburban place I've been
Make me recall my days in New Jerusalem

You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
Looking back,
Looking back, looking back, looking back
You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
Looking back
Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back

A bag of Bontons, twenty cents and a nickel
Springfield Ave. had the best popsicles
Saturday morning cartoons and Kung-Fu
Main street roots tonic with the dreds
A beef patty and some coco bread
Move the patch from my Lees to the tongue of my shoe
'Member Frelng-Huysen used to have the bomb leather
Back when Doug Fresh and Slick Rick were together
Looking at the crew, we thought we'd all live forever

You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
Looking back
Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back
You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
Looking back
Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back

Drill teams on Munn street
Remember when Hawthorne and Chancellor had beef
Moving Records was on Central Ave.
I was there at dancing school
South Orange Ave. at Borlin pool
Unaware of what we didn't have
Writing your friends' names on your jeans with a marker

July 4th races off of Parker
Fireworks at Martin stadium
The Untouchable P.S.P., where all them crazy ******s be
And car thieves got away through Irvington
Hillside brings beef with the cops
Self-Destruction record drops
And everybody's name was Muslim
Sensations and '88 attracted kids from out-of-state
And everybody used to do the wop
Jack, Jack, Jack ya body
Nah, the Biz Mark used to amp up the party
I wish those days, they didn't stop
Every ghetto, every city and suburban place I've been
Make me recall my days in New Jerusalem

You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
Looking back
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back
You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
Looking back
Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back

Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back

Nothing Even Matters

length: 5:51
producer: Lauryn Hill
guest lead vocals: D’Angelo
lead vocals: Lauryn Hill
mixer: Commissioner Gordon
recording engineer: Commissioner Gordon, Storm Jefferson, Tony Prendatt and Warren Riker
guitar: Al Anderson and Francis Dunnery
drum machine programming: Che Vicious
bass guitar: Tom Barney
assistant recording engineer: Chip Verspyck and Brian Vibberts
Rhodes piano: D’Angelo and James Poyser
Wurlitzer electric piano & electric piano & Rhodes piano & Hammond organ: Loris Holland
composer: Lauryn Hill
lyricist: Lauryn Hill
Now the skies could fall
Not even if my boss should call
The world it seems so very small
'Cause nothin' even matters, at all

See nothin' even matters
See nothin' even matters at all
Nothin' even matters
Nothin' even matters at all

See, I don't need no alcohol
Your love makes me feel ten feet tall
Without it, I'd go through withdrawal
'Cause nothin' even matters at all

Nothin' even matters
Nothin' even matters at all
Nothin' even matters
Nothin' even matters at all

These buildings could drift out to sea
Some natural catastrophe
Still there's no place I'd rather be
'Cause nothin' even matters to me

See nothin' even matters
See nothin' even matters to me
Nothin' even matters
Nothin' even matters to me

You're part of my identity
I sometimes have the tendency
To look at you religiously, baby
'Cause nothin' even matters to me

Nothin' even matters
Nothin' even matters to me
Said I don't, my baby, baby

Now you won't find me at no store
I have no time for manicures
With you it's never either or
'Cause nothin' even matters no more

See nothin', it don't matters
See nothin' even matters no more
Nothin' even matters
Nothin' even matters no more

Now my team could score
And make it to the final four
Just repossess my 4 x 4
'Cause nothin' even matters no more

Nothin' even matters
Nothin' even matters no more
Nothin' even matters, oh oh oh

To me, to me, to me, to me, to me
To me, to me, to me, to me, to me

Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters

Nothing but you
Nothing but you
Nothing but you

Everything Is Everything

length: 4:54
producer: Lauryn Hill
piano: John Legend
lead vocals: Lauryn Hill
mixer: Commissioner Gordon
recording engineer: Tony Prendatt
background vocals: Lenesha Randolph and Ahmed Wallace
programming: Vada Nobles and Che Vicious
strings: Indigo Quartet
assistant mixer: Devon Kirkpatrick
assistant recording engineer: Robert Williams
bass guitar: Tom Barney and Matthew Rubano
writer: Lauryn Hill, Johari Newton
Everything is everything
What is meant to be, will be
After winter, must come spring
Change, it comes eventually

Everything is everything
What is meant to be, will be
After winter, must come spring
Change, it comes eventually

I wrote these words for everyone who struggles in their youth
Who won't accept deception, instead of what is truth
It seems we lose the game
Before we even start to play
Who made these rules? (Who made these rules?)
We're so confused (We're so confused)
Easily led astray
Let me tell ya that

Everything is everything
Everything is everything
After winter, must come spring
Everything is everything

I philosophy
Possibly speak tongues
Beat drum, Abyssinian, street Baptist
Rap this in fine linen, from the beginning
My practice extending across the atlas
I begat this
Flipping in the ghetto on a dirty mattress
You can't match this rapper slash actress
More powerful than two Cleopatras
Bomb graffiti on the tomb of Nefertiti
MCs ain't ready to take it to the Serengeti
My rhymes is heavy like the mind of sister Betty (Betty Shabazz!)
L-Boogie spars with stars and constellations
Then came down for a little conversation
Adjacent to the king, fear no human being
Roll with cherubims to Nassau Coliseum
Now hear this mixture, where Hip Hop meets scripture
Develop a negative into a positive picture

Now everything is everything
What is meant to be, will be
After winter, must come spring
Change, it comes eventually

Sometimes it seems
We'll touch that dream
But things come slow or not at all
And the ones on top, won't make it stop
So convinced that they might fall
Let's love ourselves and we can't fail
To make a better situation
Tomorrow, our seeds will grow
All we need is dedication
Let me tell ya that

Everything is everything
Everything is everything
After winter, must come spring
Everything is everything

Everything is everything
What is meant to be, will be
After winter, must come spring
Change, it comes eventually

The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill

length: 4:18
producer: Lauryn Hill
piano: Joe Wilson
vocal: Lauryn Hill
mixer: Commissioner Gordon
engineer: Tony Prendatt and Commissioner Gordon
recording engineer: Tony Prendatt
strings: Indigo Quartet
organ & Rhodes piano: Loris Holland
composer: Tejumold Newton, Lauryn Hill
lyricist: Lauryn Hill
My world it moves so fast today
The past it seems so far away
And life squeezes so tight that I can't breathe
And every time I try to be, what someone else has thought of me
So caught up, I wasn't able to achieve

But deep in my heart, the answer it was in me
And I made up my mind to define my own destiny

I look at my environment
And wonder where the fire went
What happened to everything we used to be
I hear so many cry for help
Searching outside of themselves
Now I know his strength is within me

And deep in my heart, the answer it was in me
And I made up my mind to define my own destiny

And deep in my heart
And deep in my heart, the answer it was in me
And I made up my mind to define my own destiny

Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You

length: 3:42
producer: Lauryn Hill
vocal: Lauryn Hill
mixer: Commissioner Gordon
writer: Bob Gaudio, Bob Crewe
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
You'd be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you

Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
But if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that is real
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you

I need you baby
And if it's quite all right
I need you baby
To warm the lonely nights
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say okay

Oh pretty baby
Don't let me down I pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that I've found you stay
And let me love you, oh baby
Let me love you

You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
You'd be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you

I need you baby
And if it's quite all right
I need you baby
To warm the lonely nights
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say it's okay

Oh pretty baby
Don't let me down I pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that I've found you stay
And let me love you, oh baby
Let me love you, oh baby

I need you baby
And if it's quite all right
I love you baby
You warm the lonely nights
I need you baby
Trust in me when I say it's okay

Oh pretty baby
Don't let me down I pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that I've found you stay
And let me love you, oh baby
Let me love you, oh baby

Tell Him

length: 4:41
producer: Lauryn Hill
vocal: Lauryn Hill
composer: Lauryn Hill
lyricist: Lauryn Hill
*Talking*
Yo heh heh tell him it's like uhh you know uhh
*Singing*
Sweet sweet tell him

Let me be patient let me be kind
Make me unselfish without being blind
Though I may suffer I'll envy it not
And endure what comes
Cause he's all that I got and
tell him...

Chorus
Tell him I need him [yeah]
Tell him I love him [tell him]
And it'll be alright
*Background singing* Telll himmm be alright be alright
Tell him tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
It'll be alright

Now I may have faith to make mountains fall
But if I lack love then I am nothin' at all
I can give away everything I possess
But left without love then I have no happiness
I know I'm imperfect [I know I'm imperfect]
& not without sin [& not without sin]
But now that I'm older all childish things end
and tell him...

Chorus

Bridge
I'll never be jealous
And I won't be too kind
Cause love is not boastful
Oooh and loveis not loud
Tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
Everything's gonna be alright [w/ adlibs]
Oooh oooh yeah yeah aww yeah

Now I may have wisdom and knowledge on Earth
But if I speak wrong then what is it worth?
See what we now know is nothing compared
to the love that was shown when our lives were spared
and tell him...

Chorus w/ adlibs til fade