**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 do you know without any flaws? That lives above spiritual laws? And does anything they feel just because? There's always someone there who'll applaud **Chorus** 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 And 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 **Chorus** I cross sands in distant lands, made plans with sheiks Why you beef wit 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 as a 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 slightly tinted Then send it to your block and have my full name cemented And if your rhymes sound like mine, I'm taking a percentage Unpredicted and still respected when it vintage I'm serious, I'm taking areas in Aquarius Running red lights with me 10,000 chariots 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 **Chorus** [Repeat to End] | ||||||
