Superstar

Yo hip-hop, started out in the heart

Uh-huh, yo

Now everybody tryin to chart

Say what? Hip-Hop, started out in the heart

Yo, now everybody tryin to chart

C'mon now baby c'mon now baby c'mon now baby c'mon, uhh

C'mon now baby c'mon now baby c'mon now baby c'mon

C'mon baby light my fire

Everything you drop is so tired

Music is supposed to inspire

How come we ain't gettin 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?

C'mon baby light my fire

Everything you drop is so tired

Music is supposed to inspire

How come we ain't gettin no higher?

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! Uh-huh!

C'mon baby light my fire

Everything you drop is so tired

Music is supposed to inspire

So how come we ain't gettin no higher?

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

Why you beef with freaks as my album sales peak? Uhh

All I wanted was to sell like five hundred

And be a ghetto superstar since my first album, Blunted

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

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

Now you get it!

Writing rhymes, in the Range, with the frames slightly tinted

Then send it to your block and have my full name cemented (Lauryn Hill!) And if your lines sound like mine I'm taking a percentage (ka-ching!)

Unprecedented, and still respected when it's vintage

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

Runnin' red lights with my ten thousand chariots

Just as Christ was a Superstar, you stupid, star!

They'll hail you then 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, put your pinky in it and taste it

C'mon baby light my fire

Everything you drop is so tired

Music is supposed to inspire

So how come we ain't gettin no higher?

C'mon baby light my fire

Everything you drop is so tired

Music is supposed to inspire

So how come we ain't gettin no higher?

C'mon baby light my fire

Everything you drop is so tired

Music is supposed to inspire

So how come we ain't gettin no higher?