Starlight

Starlight

Where did you go?

I've been running around the world

Gotta let you know

I got the empire state now I'm working on the next part

Trying to build an empire, I'm wishing on the Death Star

I murdered the dish, I eloped with the spoon

Tri-coastal and the third coast is the moon

When it hits your eye like a get in your eye thing

And we do the I like you like like you like like thing

I can't promise I won't be dressed like a viking

When I do the whole picking you up on my bike thing

Another white rapper's CD in my spokes

I would swear ya'll converted to rap for the jokes

I spit black smoke, I'm the hip hop pope

They make anti-me PSA's cuz I'm dope

And when it's not clear you can cope, the worlds a negative iPod

You just hear 'nope'

Nights on the pavement, you just stop breathin'

On some Liz Lemon movin' back to Cleveland

Street lights people, up and down the boulevard

Don't stop believin in your journey, and I know it's hard

They call me Violet Beauregard, cuz I just blow up, no regard

All I really need is a bar to belly up to

A balcony, a star crossed lover to yell up to

So what are you up to? This weekend I'm free

Till then I'll just shine and let you find me

I shine like the sun

My mouth is a gun, pop off and they run, two things like a pun

This is not just for fun and I cut with my tongue

My mouth's a Swiss army, take over your country

I run like a humvee, I don't need gas-o-line

I run on these rappers so skip the stromboli

I make these niggas say 'Great' like Tony

So how the fuck you gonna say these bitches don't know me?

How the fuck you gonna say these bitches don't know me

When you all on the tip of my dick like Moby

The wait is over, no baking soda

I saw them dudes move bricks and boulders

I saw them dudes move flats and corners

And they moved that sugar like Russell Stover

I got that green like a four leaf clover

Get rich or die tryin' like my name two quarters

Dope boys they get me, we got the same hustle till the tank on empty

And if you dope boy, better watch the Wire

And get the shit straight, turn back, retire

Cuz one in a mil turn snow to fire

You either move weight, play ball or neither

Because I'm neither, the hood Macgyver

The boy blew up like he knew Al Quaeda

My life so sweet that my balls Godiva

The world in front and the hood behind us

The hood behind us

Yea

The hood behind us