Superstar

Yo, hip-hop started out in the heart

Uh-uh, yo

Now everybody tryin' to chart

Say what? Hip-hop started out in the heart

Yo, now everybody tryin' to chart

Come on now, baby, come on now, baby, come on now, baby, come on, uh

Come on now, baby, come on now, baby, come on now, baby, come on

Come on, baby, light my fire

Everything you drop is so tired

Music is supposed to inspire

How come we ain't gettin' no higher?

Now tell me your philosophy

On exactly what an artist should be

Should they be someone with prosperity

And no concept of reality?

Now, who you know without any flaws?

That lives above the spiritual laws?

And does anything they feel just because

There's always someone there who'll applaud

Come on, baby, light my fire

Everything you drop is so tired

Music is supposed to inspire

How come we ain't gettin' no higher?

I know you think that you've got it all

And by making other people feel small

Makes you think you're unable to fall

But when you do, who you gonna call?

See what you give is just what you get

I know it hasn't hit you yet

Now I don't mean to get you upset

But every cause has an effect, uh-huh

Come on, baby, light my fire

Everything you drop is so tired

Music is supposed to inspire

So how come we ain't gettin' no higher?

I cross sands in distant lands, made plans with the sheiks

Why you beef with freaks as my album sales peak? Uh

All I wanted was to sell like five hundred

And be a Ghetto Supastar since my first album Blunted

I used to work at Foot Locker, they fired me, I fronted

Or I quitted, now I spit it, however do you want it

Now you get it, writing rhymes, in the Range, with the frames

Lightly tinted, then send it to your block to have my full name

Cemented and if your lines sound like mine

I'm taking a percentage (Ka-ching)

Unprecedented, and still respected

When it's finished, I'm serious, I'm takin' over areas in Aquarius

Runnin' red lights with my ten thousand chariots

Just as Christ was a Superstar, you're stupid, star

They hail you then nail you, no matter who you are

They'll make you now then take you down, and make you face it

If you slit the bag open, put your pinky in it and taste it

Come on, baby, light my fire

Everything you drop is so tired

Music is supposed to inspire

So how come we ain't gettin' no higher?

Come on, baby, light my fire

Everything you drop is so tired

Music is supposed to inspire

So how come we ain't gettin' no higher?

Come on, baby, light my fire

Everything you drop is so tired

Music is supposed to inspire

So how come we ain't gettin' no higher?