The Roots - Star lyrics

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[40 seconds of instrumental to start]

[Black Thought]

Get 'em up high - okay, yeah

[Chorus]

Go all-star, and get down for yours

To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours

You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course

High, lift 'em up high, okay

[Black Thought]

When that adrenaline get in they system

It get 'em out on a quest for stardom, could be a motherfuckin problem

in Philly, Cincinatti, Los Angeles or Harlem

Kids call theyself killers let they hammers do the talkin

Don't even know the meaning of life, ain't seen a thing

and you dream of floodin the scenery with, yayo and greenery

But for now, you stickin her with the heavy machinery

Wonder how, you lift it up, be only 17

And like e'rybody he wanna shine, young brothers on the grind

Holdin somethin in they spine, "Bowling for Columbine"

Stressin to me how it's all about a dollar sign

Dig the way you out of line, out of sight and out of mind

Up against the clock and damn near out of time

"The Tipping Point" has arrived, and that's the bottom line

To all my peoples that's stars, it's our time to shine

Let's get 'em up high, c'mon

[Chorus x2]

[Black Thought]

Yo, ain't it strange how the newspapers play with the language

I'm deprogrammin y'all with uncut slang shit

I know some peoples in the party armed and dangerous

Twist some cool champagne, I'm goin through changes

A grown-ass man, I done paid my dues

Learn the rules lil' homey, you could be one too

Niggaz know, ain't no tellin what he gon' do

But recognize young bruh, I'ma do it for you

You know why? We all stars and we highly evolved

Hip-Hop, it's not pop like Kylie Minogue

If it bang, them gettin-busy brothers probably involved

In the game, where e'rybody got a shottie to draw

I guess you probably a thug, you boss ballin or what?

I can't call it man, I got the ladies fallin in love

Cause handsome, intelligent, tough - I'm all the above

I know you knew it it's the movement

Groove to it while you doin it up

[Chorus x2: w/ minor variations]

[Black Thought]

Introducin the band you gotta see to believe

He got the mic in his hand, so keep the heat up your sleeve

It's Black Thought, he rockin sharp so the speakers'll bleed

I run a triathalon, you wouldn't see me fatigued

I'm a star, and maybe y'all should cop somethin to be

Or trade some of y'all equipment in for somethin you need

Cause it's a, lot of bullshit floodin the scene

Where e'rybody's a star, and hot shit is few and far between

We lose the grip of what, garbage mean

Shorties wanna be theyself, I know it's hard to be

Don't wanna do the Ruben Studdard and come off less threatenin

Keepin it real'll kill you if you end up lettin it

Ain't it blowin your mind how the game all in line

Now the best, to the rest, we fin' to end up settin it

I'd tell you that I was a veteran but it's evident

You act like you want it, you gon' end up gettin it

[Chorus x3: w/ minor variations]

"Everybody is a star.."

[echoes and fades into an instrumental that ends the song]