The Roots - Star / Pointro Lyrics

[Intro: Black Thought]Get 'em up high - okay, yeah[Hook]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[Verse 1: Black Thought]When that adrenaline get in they systemIt get 'em out on a quest for stardom, could be a motherfuckin problemIn Philly, Cincinnati, 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, yeyo 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[Hook]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, okayGo 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[Verse 2: 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 tooNiggas know, ain't no tellin' what he gon' doBut recognize young bruh, I'mma 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[Hook]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, come onGo 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, get 'em up high, come on[Verse 3: Black Thought]Introducing 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 triathlon, 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[Hook]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, come onGo 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, get 'em up high, come onGo 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, get 'em up high, come on"Everybody is a star.."[Echoes and fades into an instrumental that ends the song]