Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #6,156
Peak in subgenre #3,523
Author
Clayton Rosa
Uploaded
November 21, 2007
Track Files
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MP3 4.3 MB • 128 kbps • 4:40
Lyrics
this is superstar status
ya boys the baddest
one bad ass homie wit
the knowledge to hone his shit,
gone head and sip,
drink the water,
you oughta understand, how hard it is to stand
if all that a man comprehends is the
compliments then the consequence
is the cost ascends, tis the awesome end
the horror fends the boss of men
if all of them have thus falling in
then autumn then is as hot as when
the heart of men departed,the hardest ten
things to ever do; scorsese, too clever
to ever soothe, the moves is in
and im playing the starring role in the movies end
so all credits due,
i'll credit you - but its an overdraft
pick huh?! pick what?! pick her over rap
cause for me to cuss,
customarily the two things overlap
this is superstar status
ya boys the baddest
one bad ass homie wit
the knowledge to hone his shit,
gone head and sip,
drink the water,
superstar status
superstar status
superstar status
do you get us, b? ima cinque, so let us free
let us breathe, move the blinds and let us see
the legacies of the who it better be
i bet its me to better be better than ever
more than a superstar, ima galaxy
a nova till the future shatters me
the fallacies of whose realities
are actually asking me
who that be?!
we aint killers, shit .. we dont do that, b
the fool that be full of he
is sitting on the stool that he
stole
when its ready to be resold
and if he so dope, why he sold dope
he not me, but like me, he not free
its likely that he not see
that swat stick up the night, see
so i write, free up my mind so lightly,
too fly like a kite be,
and blow like a plane, son
superstar status
superstar status
superstar status
hold up, he's got a gun
superstar dopeboy, he's gonna run
the son sung his last tune in sing sing
the gat hums, the tongue is that numb
whatever you bring in
im thinking to think things are sinking
measuring treasures in how many lincolns
are linked in, i think then
the pig's pen in the pigpen is thick then
my dogs are victims; who let vick in?!
cause you cant get out once you get in
so kick in the strickened
the its then, taking it to the 60s where ima sit in
and sitting, i spit then
cause i aid the mike, like i'm pippen
scotty held the shotty to his body
at the party and blew
that means that that seems that he's through
where the facts is,
the more superstar you be, the more taxes
superstar status
superstar status
superstar status
im not afraid,
to spit it - i got away
i got a way, to get it - i never sold a lotta yay,
i didnt - but i gotta say,
that the skills still gotta stay
superstars never shoot at cars
chilling on the stoop, i paused
the truth in all, is proof that fall ing
hardens the persona of a performer
and by far, i fell
thus hell is my star
ship, troops shoot at strips
the roof is lit, lift the truth and its
enough to kill the booth, its this
type of type love, that suckas
are afraid to write of,
so write some fiction, righteous isnt it
life, this isnt it .. i never live it well
i give it hell, no .. hello, my nephews
saying eff you, the best you
ever did was to be stressful, my chests full
of flames, the vessel remains
of a superstar, the carcus after
death, the laughter, breath - i suggest
the ashes left, are hungover as an asterisk
look, im coming after this
but i gotta go now cause its after six
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