Video musicale

In primo piano

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Thought
Black Thought
Vocals
Hub
Hub
Bass
Kamal Gray
Kamal Gray
Keyboards
Questlove
Questlove
Drums
Sly & The Family Stone
Sly & The Family Stone
Sampled Artist
Wadud Ahmad
Wadud Ahmad
Spoken Word
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ahmir Thompson
Ahmir Thompson
Composer
Sylvester Stewart
Sylvester Stewart
Songwriter
Tarik Trotter
Tarik Trotter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richard Nichols
Richard Nichols
Producer
Jon Smeltz
Jon Smeltz
Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

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Get 'em up high, okay, yeah 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 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 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 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 everybody 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 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, c'mon 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, c'mon 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 everybody'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 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, c'mon 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, okay Go all-star, and get down for yours Young ladies in the house, be proud of yours You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course High, uh-huh high, c'mon Everybody is a star, everybody is a star Everybody wants to shine, till the sun [Incomprehensible] Everybody is a star, everybody is a star I love you for who you are, every bit of you's a falling star Everybody is a star, everybody is a star Everybody wants to shine
Writer(s): Ahmir K. Thompson, Tarik L. Collins, Sylvester Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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