AY-YO-POT-NAH
Lyrics by Kevin Powell and Shannone Holt
VERSE 1
Ay-yo, God
Show these heads your calling card
You born life and finger paint on nature
I scream in your tongue I make love to you
Setting loose the flood blocking that cherry moon
CHORUS
Ay-yo, pot-na
A love supreme is what I got for you
Ay-yo, pot-na
Hustlin’ alone is something I can’t do
And I need, and I need you, and I need you
To make me
Be—
VERSE 2
Ay-yo, poppa
Ain’t nothin’ gon’ ever stop ya
You bounced like Brooklyn and raised yourself from the dead
Preach like Malcolm combing Christ through nappy heads
I know how a man should roll because of you
CHORUS
Ay-yo, pot-na
A love supreme is what I got for you
Ay-yo, pot-na
Hustlin’ alone is something I can’t do
And I need, and I need you, and I need you
To make me
Be—
VERSE 3
Ay-yo, music
Be church for the soul so I ain’t gonna abuse it
You lay hands on my lips and lace
My booming system and place
Angel bells up in my soul so the rhythms’ll hit ‘em
CHORUS
Ay-yo, pot-na
A love supreme is what I got for you
Ay-yo, pot-na
Hustlin’ alone is something I can’t do
And I need, and I need you, and I need you
To make me
