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by man now you're two years old, got me thinking damn where the hell'd them two years go? Now you're doing ABC's to your cute kids shows, you and your

Rumble in the Jungle

Fugees

When We Were Kings

1997

warriors
When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious

Blocks on fire (You're a star)
(Blocks on fire)
Fiends getting higher (You're a star

if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow

Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show

Johnson
Or my gals Lady Blount and Gabrielle Henriet
Irrefutable proof is all you're gonna get
Like David Wardlaw Scott and A.E. Skellam
William Carpenter,

the star of the show
Others in the green room waiting to blow
Only gonna love you when you're alone
Prince Ego with his new dream girl
You're never gonna lay

it rhyme
gotta count out every syllable to make up every line
but what does that matter when we’re running out of time
by the way did you know

Diamonds on my neck it's alright
I just wish you're by my side
Baby, please hold me close
Let me hold you tight
Let me show you stars
How they shine

Diamonds on my neck it's alright
I just wish you're by my side
Baby please hold me close
Let me hold you tight
Let me show you stars
How they shine

ma, I’m a mu’fuckin’ rap star
Everywhere I go, I’m accepted, like a Black Card
You can tell, by the way that I go hard
I ain’t gotta say it, I’m your

long, I`ve been alone too long
need someone, to show me what love means
oh no, I know I`m not a star I`m not a shining star

Just a face in the crowd I´m

napkins
Disrupting the flow of food sanitation
Metal napkins, metal napkins
Giving metal straws their rightful cancellation
Johnson, it seems like you’re

Johnson on replay 
Sewn together like the holes in my sweater 
Writing these letters in cursive cuz I know it hurts to admit that you're better at this than

No panties involved don't need them at all. Tonight gon' be special just me and you. 
Tell me how you like it baby this yo' show. cin't no need to rush

It's Time To Move
Written by Victoria Johnson

Too many times I've sat and cried
cbout the load I had to bear
I've worried and I've wondered
Doesn't

you fine 
Mamacita you're Devine

Hook

Yadi yadi yadi show it off for me
Off for me girl
Yadi yadi yadi show it off for me
Off for me girl
Yadi yadi

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm amazed by the things you do
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm amazed by the things you do

You're Amazing
Soooo Amazing
I'm amazed by

but, built up not that nice fighter
I'm the champ, but still I'm the number 1 contender
You the chump, more like the number 1 pretender
Don't call me by

the stars
And doing all you can
To heal all your scars
You're coming out on top
By giving it all you've got
You know it's really time
For you to take your

you can't let go
Perhaps over time we'll show
You could of had it all

A prayer to all the dying, who think no one seems to care
Despite all of your

The way you play my heart,
I know that you're the star. 
Of every show,
cnd no one knows,
cnd I ain't going anywhere.

Who comes who goes,
What's right

Y'all, and moving around, uh huh
Well, I'm tired of looking
At everybody's show
I think it's time that I get out on the floor
'Cause tonight (Tonight)

Native New Yorker

Esther Phillips

Anthology

2003

go
When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show
You are the star

You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now

You’re a glutton for the thug life, strip show
Pimp ride rakin’ up Half baked psuedohydrochloride
Never say you can’t kick the habit to the bit 
When

there
Go out there
Show no fear
Show no fear
Show no fear
Go out there
And show no fear

And even though you're running low
Running slow
You will make it