Star/Pointro

[Part 1: Star] [Intro: Black Thought] Uh Uh, yeah Get 'em up high, okay, yeah [Chorus: Black Thought] 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 meanin' of life, ain't seen a thing And you dream of floodin' the scenery with yayo and greenery But for now, you stickin' 'em with the heavy machinery Wonder how you lift it up, be only seventeen And like everybody, 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, come on [Chorus: Black Thought] 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 deprogramming 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' homie, you could be one too Niggas 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 [Chorus: Black Thought] 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 [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 everybody's a star and hot shit is few and far between We losing 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 finna 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: Black Thought] Go all-star and get down for yours And 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, 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, come on [Instrumental Outro] [Part 2: Pointro] [Verse] The Tipping Point The rings have saturated the ground upon which they exist, forty days and forty nights Musical mediocracy The Tipping Point Filling every crack of our space The kids have been packed to the tops of their lies with songs of empty smiles and hypnotic donkey rhythms, believe The Tipping Point That the sun will appear on this forty-first day And the dove will bring word that art has not been drowned And life music will thrust its branches from the bud of whackness The Tipping Point These sounds have changed And the whisper where we began invade our nostrils like the smell of history's future It sounds like the chorus of we The Tipping Point We were almost stoned to death for telling those who, yeah, would listen The craziness We have made it through these mazes of mediocracy, the not-quite-art supernova today So, so make us give you more and we will The Tipping Point