Superstar

Come on baby, light my fire

Everything you drop is so tired

Music is supposed to inspire

How come we ain't getting no higher?

Now tell me your philosophy

On exactly what an artist should be

Should they be someone with prosperity

And no concept of reality?

Now, who you know without any flaws

That lives above the spiritual laws

And does anything they feel just because

There's always someone there who'll applaud

Come on baby, light my fire

Everything you drop is so tired

Music is supposed to inspire

So, how come we ain't getting to nigher?

I know you think that you've got it all

And by making other people feel small

Makes you think you're unable to fall

But when you do, who you gonna call?

See, what you give is just what you get

I know it hasn't hit you yet

Now I don't mean to get you upset

But every 'cause has an effect

Come on baby, light my fire

Everything you drop is so tired

Music is supposed to inspire

So, how come we're not getting no higher?

I cross sands in distand lands, made plans with the sheiks

Why you beef with freaks as my album sales peak?

All I wanted was to sell like 500

And be a ghetto superstar since my first album Blunted

I used to work at Foot Locker, they fired me and fronted

Or I quitted, now I spit it - however do you want it?

Now you get it!

Writing rhymes my range with the frames sightly tinted

Then send it to your block and have my full name cemeented

And if your rhymes sound like mine, I'm taking a percentage

Unprecedented and still respected when it vintage

I'm serious, I'm taking over areas in Aquarius

Running red lights with my 10,000 chariotes

Just as Christ was a superstar, you stupid star

They'll hail you then they'll nail you, no matter who you are

They'll make you now then take you down

And make you face it, if you slit the bag open

And put your pinky in it, then taste it

Come on baby, light my fire

Everything you drop is so tired

Music is supposed to inspire

So, how come we ain't getting no higher