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Mr. Morganfield & Ms. Waters (A-Side)

 

Mr. Morganfield & Ms. Waters (A-Side)

(album: Rose Azura Njano - 2017)


[Natti:]
Before Rose reached full bloom, nourished in a smoke filled rooms
Cherished in a juke joint with a pocket size organ under full moon
Sea of black skin, packed in still feeling free moving to the blues
Mr. Morganfield was in a brand new field where he could pick the rules
Cotton filled days, hardened fingers, chiseled out a stone voice singer
Father figure raising hell with her in a sea of hooch and malt liquor
Ernie Burns gave her life pictures, memories for everybody's eye
Checkered roads round Mississippi, making moves turned to chess in the chii
Raised by a mannish boy, watched him testify in hi-fi
Shaping ears all over in a time that he knew would soon pass by
Muddy waters fed the roots, now everybody reap the fruits
Muddy waters fed them roots, now everybody got some juice, so

[Deacon:]
Seen her work from nine to unconscious
Steady tryna figure it out
Critics and Holy Rollers they named it all nonsense
They didn't want that shit in they house
Glass half full, waters emptied out content
Could make a mic remember her name
Soul on the floor, every night this was promised
These melodies that put an end to the pain
Backed by a band of brothers, expanding colors
Try and imagine new land discovered
That's Nawlins, Mizzou, South Philly
That's B-More, Harlem in NYC
That's where they skit-skat, melodic rap
Over the 7th and 11th, can't call that crap
Godmother showed up and she showed out
Till a rose filled up it's pot and broke out grown

[Kno:]
What's up, what's in what's out
Ms. Waters gonna figure it out
What's sin, what's love, what's doubt
Ms. Waters gonna figure it out
She gonna figure it out
She gonna figure it out
She gonna figure it out
She gonna figure it out

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