Текст песни The Roots - Star/Pointro, слова песни The Roots

Текст песни The Roots - Star/Pointro

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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 yoursTo the ladies in the house, be proud of yoursYou got the, Roots crew with the sound of courseHigh, lift `em up high, okay[Black Thought]When that adrenaline get in they systemIt get `em out on a quest for stardom, could be a motherfuckin problemin Philly, Cincinatti, Los Angeles or HarlemKids call theyself killers let they hammers do the talkinDon`t even know the meaning of life, ain`t seen a thingand you dream of floodin the scenery with, llello and greeneryBut for now, you stickin her with the heavy machineryWonder how, you lift it up, be only 17And like e`rybody he wanna shine, young brothers on the grindHoldin somethin in they spine, "Bowling for Columbine"Stressin to me how it`s all about a dollar signDig the way you out of line, out of sight and out of mindUp against the clock and damn near out of time"The Tipping Point" has arrived, and that`s the bottom lineTo all my peoples that`s stars, it`s our time to shineLet`s get `em up high, c`mon[Chorus] - 2X[Black Thought]Yo, ain`t it strange how the newspapers play with the languageI`m deprogrammin y`all with uncut slang shitI know some peoples in the party armed and dangerousTwist some cool champagne, I`m goin through changesA grown-ass man, I done paid my duesLearn the rules lil` homey, you could be one tooNiggaz know, ain`t no tellin what he gon` doBut recognize young bruh, I`ma do it for youYou know why? We all stars and we highly evolvedHip-Hop, it`s not pop like Kylie MinogueIf it bang, them gettin-busy brothers probably involvedIn the game, where e`rybody got a shottie to drawI guess you probably a thug, you boss ballin or what?I can`t call it man, I got the ladies fallin in loveCause handsome, intelligent, tough - I`m all the aboveI know you knew it it`s the movementGroove to it while you doin it up[Chorus] - 2X w/ minor variations[Black Thought]Introducin the band you gotta see to believeHe got the mic in his hand, so keep the heat up your sleeveIt`s Black Thought, he rockin sharp so the speakers`ll bleedI run a triathalon, you wouldn`t see me fatiguedI`m a star, and maybe y`all should cop somethin to beOr trade some of y`all equipment in for somethin you needCause it`s a, lot of bullshit floodin the sceneWhere e`rybody`s a star, and hot shit is few and far betweenWe lose the grip of what, garbage meanShorties wanna be theyself, I know it`s hard to beDon`t wanna do the Ruben Studdard and come off less threateninKeepin it real`ll kill you if you end up lettin itAin`t it blowin your mind how the game all in lineNow the best, to the rest, we fin` to end up settin itI`d tell you that I was a veteran but it`s evidentYou act like you want it, you gon` end up gettin it[Chorus] - 3X w/ minor variations"Everybody is a star.."[echoes and fades into an instrumental that ends the song]

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