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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 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, llello 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 - 2X] 

[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 - 2X 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 - 3X w/ minor variations] 

Everybody is a star.. 

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