Lyrics:
Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're
to a test
Havent been able to rest
I was making a mess
No time for the stress
I can’t put up with a fake
They need up a snake
Crawling Through the gates
From
Let's go handle this shit, right motherfuckin' now
I've been hardcore from a baby, baby
I need my head checked, need to get my head set
Your soft
at a turning point where I need to feel alive
No longer have to fight the tide
I'm going to embrace my pride
Egos only hold us back and make our light feel dull
what I'm a do
Get it on wit you just like the first time
There's no need for this man to rehearse mine
Superstar wit ya, back-to-back and far wit ya
could be your superstar
Love is all we need
It's tender like the martyr's cause
No, come to me 'cause I
Could be your superstar love is all we need
It's
feel sorrow (no sorrow)
Actually, your man passed the gat to me, now check this (talk to em)
[Biggie (chorus)]
What's beef? Beef is when you need two
heard that a million times
But now it's payback time
Cause I've heard that a million times
But now it's payback time
No I don't need no invitation
Superstar travesty
One of you is the exemplar
Parallel entity
Test authentic visionary
Falsified valentine
Pinch magnetic disposition
Paramour
thousand fans on my page
No
This is for my cell phone fuck I need a pager
‘Cause everybody’s calling like they
Want a whore, just another
But I am no longer
Let the choppa go blow to your melon
Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum
Attention! Fuck nigga, now you swellin
You ain't talkin hardcore
Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees
Man, you know them whack poems get no play in our homes (nah, man)
You need to not get nappy with me
Or else
turns on me"
So, you know you're a superstar because you're a marked man
And everyone's coming for you
[Run DMC sample]
The, the, the king
They
I don't need no invitation to your house,
Watch me pull when you're out
Ima turn that fucker out
I don’t need no conversations with your ex
Her
Plus my shottas gon' shoot
With no payroll
Don't be scared baby gyal
Live ya life need a spark
I could tell by yo eyes
You keep giving that look
While
Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you
Trust no one (uh-uh), got beef? Bust your gun (yeah)
You don't need no one (nope) talkin' 'bout that you owe
the Sunz of Man
Summon me, Chief Administrator of the Law
True Master in this hardcore Art of War
I explore the depths on conflict and with no pretense
Found
We're ashes to ashes, we're dust to dust
All the pain, all the guilt, all the castles that I built
All the faith and science proof, all I gather has no
So you wanna be hardcore
It's the K motherfucker , put your money on the dark horse
So who do you think these bars for?
Fronting like you're a vet,
step
Oh, you knew
That label you signed to
Was considered christian
By everyone
But now you act surprised
Yeah, you are just a band
No ideals, no
keep hasting
Keeps you falling behind
And life is passing you by
No time for resting
You gotta keep hasting
Or your life is gone
In the blink of an eye
next to me
And not in front, or behind, yeah
Put together, side-by-side, yeah
Because we one, combined, yeah
We doing it by design, yeah
No need to go
like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my
take control, yeah
Staycation
No need to vacation
Baby no debating
I've done the equation
Staycation for two
No borders and no sanctions
By my evaluation
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