Star/Pointro (Album Version (Edited)) (Edited Ver.)

Get 'em up high - okay, yeah Hook 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 Verse 1: 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, Cincinnati, 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, yeyo 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 Hook 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 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 Verse 2: 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 Niggas know, ain't no tellin' what he gon' do But recognize young bruh, I'mma 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 Hook 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, come on 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, get 'em up high, come on Verse 3: Black Thought Introducing 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 triathlon, 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 Hook 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, come on 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, get 'em up high, come on 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, get 'em up high, come on Everybody is a star..