Get em up high - okay, yeah
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
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
Dont even know the meaning of life, aint seen a thing
and you dream of floodin the scenery with, llello and greenery
But for now, you stickin her with the heavy machinery
Wonder how, you lift it up, be only 17
And like erybody he wanna shine, young brothers on the grind
Holdin somethin in they spine, "Bowling for Columbine"
Stressin to me how its 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 thats the bottom line
To all my peoples thats stars, its our time to shine
Lets get em up high, cmon
Yo, aint it strange how the newspapers play with the language
Im deprogrammin yall with uncut slang shit
I know some peoples in the party armed and dangerous
Twist some cool champagne, Im goin through changes
A grown-ass man, I done paid my dues
Learn the rules lil homey, you could be one too
Niggaz know, aint no tellin what he gon do
But recognize young bruh, Ima do it for you
You know why? We all stars and we highly evolved
Hip-Hop, its not pop like Kylie Minogue
If it bang, them gettin-busy brothers probably involved
In the game, where erybody got a shottie to draw
I guess you probably a thug, you boss ballin or what?
I cant call it man, I got the ladies fallin in love
Cause handsome, intelligent, tough - Im all the above
I know you knew it its the movement
Groove to it while you doin it up
Introducin the band you gotta see to believe
He got the mic in his hand, so keep the heat up your sleeve
Its Black Thought, he rockin sharp so the speakersll bleed
I run a triathalon, you wouldnt see me fatigued
Im a star, and maybe yall should cop somethin to be
Or trade some of yall equipment in for somethin you need
Cause its a, lot of bullshit floodin the scene
Where erybodys a star, and hot shit is few and far between
We lose the grip of what, garbage mean
Shorties wanna be theyself, I know its hard to be
Dont wanna do the Ruben Studdard and come off less threatenin
Keepin it realll kill you if you end up lettin it
Aint it blowin your mind how the game all in line
Now the best, to the rest, we fin to end up settin it
Id tell you that I was a veteran but its evident
You act like you want it, you gon end up gettin it
"Everybody is a star.."
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