Star/Pointro The Roots (Ft. Wadud Ahmad)

[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