Lauryn Hill (born May 25, 1975 in South Orange, New Jersey) is a Hip-hop/Soul/World/Folk artist, and record producer, initially establishing her reputation as the most visible and vocal member of The Fugees, then continued on to a solo career releasing The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. She soon denounced her fame and began writing more spiritually and socially conscious songs. Hill is noted as a humanitarian, and in 1996 she received an Essence Award for work which has included the 1996 founding of the Refugee Project, an outreach organization that supports a two-week overnight camp for at-risk youth, and for supporting well-building projects in Kenya and Uganda, as well as for staging a rap concert in Harlem to promote voter registration. In 1999's Grammy Awards, Hill was nominated eleven times and won Album of the Year (besting Madonna's critically acclaimed album Ray of Light), Best New Artist, Best Female R&B Vocal Performance, Best R&B Song, Best R&B Album, setting a new record for a female performer. Hill has four children with retired (American) football player Rohan Marley, son of the late reggae music icon, Bob Marley: Zion David Marley, born 1997, Selah Louise Marley, born 1998, and second son Joshua, born 2002.
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Lauryn Hill
Come on baby, light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we aint getting 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
Theres always someone there wholl applaud
Come on baby, light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we aint getting no higher?
I know you think that youve got it all
And by making other people feel small
Makes you think youre unable to fall
And when you do, who you gonna call?
See, what you give is just what you get
I know it hasnt hit you yet
Now I dont mean to get you upset
But every cause has an effect
Come on baby, light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
So, how come were not getting no higher?
I cross sands in distant lands, made plans with the sheiks
Why you beef with freaks as my album sales peak?
All I wanted was to sell like 500
And be a ghetto superstar 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 my range with the frames slightly tinted
Then send it to your block and have my full name cemented
And if your rhymes sound like mine, Im taking a percentage
Unprecedented and still respected when it vintage
Im serious, Im taking over areas in aquarius
Running red lights with my 10,000 chariots
Just as christ was a superstar, you stupid star
Theyll hail you then theyll nail you, no matter who you are
Theyll make you now then take you down
And make you face it, if you slit the bag open
And put your pinky in it, then taste it
Come on baby, light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
So, how come we aint getting no higher
(repeat to end)