excuse for your acts [Chorus] Black Star shining over you Black Star you are always twisting the truth Black Star is shining over you Black Star but
[music by P.Ahonen, lyrics by P.Ahonen & J.Kyro] Back alleys and secret doorways you always try to find passages to the other worlds but you're missing
it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz poppin, welcome to our casino Cause you and me know Hundred percent like a c-note Looking for a bitch that's half-black
Heeyo drama We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit Breakfast club I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This aint
, believe me. Who start it like us, rip a part it like us, who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us? Who start it like us, rip a part
of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney top down, nightmare, blow her hair sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare fast
daddy used to sit inside And circle the blue fields and grease the night. It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars 'Cause
got ten itchy fingers One thing to declare When the monkey is high You do not stare You do not stare You do not stare Looks like we got ourselves
on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all [Ol Dirty Bastard] I need help Because the black man is God The government is after me And the worst is, black
of officials Chronic fatigue Flossin' for nil, innate hatin' chromatic emcees I'm chasin' faces of Satan Waitin' on Daytons, debatin' whether or not to shoot for the stars
I used to ride up on the hill And look down at the darkened Silhouettes of tall black windowsills And my heart jumped
used to sit inside And circle the blue fields and grease the night It was as if someone had spread butter On all the fine points of the stars 'Cause
New York slang Even though we don't talk like that out here The point I'm tryina make comes out so clear You want paper or plastic, Visa or cash? You wanna burn
