Album: Men In Black

The 'Notic [The Roots Featuring D'Angelo]


Written by: Tariq Collins, Amtir Thompson, and James Poyser

Yo, yo

[Dee dee dah....]

This beautiful blend,
I knew her through a mutual friend.
She was a work of art,
Part of my heart from back then.
A brown skin singer with a knack for actin',
Along a soul attraction,
Just fractionally based on surface.
I got into her mental on purpose,
And with alertness as I flirt with her emotion.
Walls, we built up out of nervousness was broken.
I reminisce on how this black thought,
Had her opened with the energy,
That got the whole summertime smokin',
Very hypnotized, when it was time, we spent time.
There's no way to rewind, or prevent,
Time from slipping away, like day, into the dark.
And the way that things fall apart,
Will make some start to feel more, weak or insecure.
But for whatever reason our relationship remain mature.
Even when she caught feelings cuz I stay on tour,
As I reflect on before, and recap the situation,
I guess with experience, comes education.
We set on a path to opposite destination,
It's best to chalk it up and add it to the elevation,
Then eventually flow off to loss communication,
I call the lost store, information,
And with time forgot it.
It's not like I'm in tears about it,
But the fact of the matter remains that I missed her.

On a shiny star,
No matter where you are.
Don't know what to say.
Was it true to be.
On a shiny star,
No matter where you are.
Don't know what to say.
Was it true to be, true to be.

Yo, she was the hypnotic and potent as a narcotic.
The bizarre logic of it all,
Is why the clock tick, pages of the calender flip,
We can't stop it.
Time will either tell the tale or turn a love toxic.
Now was she real, or an illusion of this optical confusion,
With the accent of ancient Egypt.
Or could it be that she's the one I was suppose to be with,
And together walk this twisted, staircase to something realistic.
Damn, her lips, having me addicted to her presense.
Front page material on essence.
A queen, imperial before her adolescence.
And as she grew into a woman, she began refine.
I never knew another like her in my lifetime.
So now I travel through a tunnel of space, without a place,
On the face of this earth,
With this pain gettin' worse,
Driving me insane or at least I'm touching the brink,
Of sanity to think of how I can link or contact her.
I was a fool before but more wise after the fact.
I'm analyzin' how I'm wantin' her back,
And wonderin' exactly where she could be on the map.
I'm just sittin' here, spinnin' the world on one finger.
Reoccurring thoughts of this brown skin singer
Yo, the sarcotic, the hypnotic,
Yo, check it out, the most melodic, hypnotic, yeah...

On a shiny star,
No matter where you are.
Don't know what to say.
Was it true to be.
On a shiny star,
No matter where you are.
Don't know what to say.
Was it true to be.
On a shiny star,
No matter where you are.
Don't know what to say,
Was it true to be.
On a shiny star,
No matter where you are.
Don't know what to say.
Was it true to be, true to be.
True to be, true to be, eh eh...

Talking:
(He finally shows up, huh?)