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

Lyrics

[Verse 1: 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 [Verse 2: 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 [Outro: 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 (x4)