[Part 1: Star]

[Intro: Black Thought]

Uh

Uh, yeah

Get 'em up high, okay, yeah

[Chorus: Black Thought]

Go all-star and get down for yours

To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours

You got the Roots crew with the sound, of course

High, lift 'em up high, okay

[Verse 1: Black Thought]

When that adrenaline get in they system

It get 'em out on a quest for stardom

Could be a motherfuckin' problem

In Philly, Cincinnati, Los Angeles, or Harlem

Kids call theyself killers, let they hammers do the talkin'

Don't even know the meanin' of life, ain't seen a thing

And you dream of floodin' the scenery with yayo and greenery

But for now, you stickin' 'em with the heavy machinery

Wonder how you lift it up, be only seventeen

And like everybody, he wanna shine, young brothers on the grind

Holdin' somethin in they spine, Bowling for Columbine

Stressin' to me how it's all about a dollar sign

Dig the way you out of line, out of sight, and out of mind

Up against the clock and damn near out of time

The Tipping Point has arrived and that's the bottom line

To all my peoples that's stars, it's our time to shine

Let's get 'em up high, come on

[Chorus: Black Thought]

Go all-star and get down for yours

To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours

You got the Roots crew with the sound, of course

High, lift 'em up high, okay

Go all-star and get down for yours

To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours

You got the Roots crew with the sound, of course

High, lift 'em up high, okay

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

Yo, ain't it strange how the newspapers play with the language?

I'm deprogramming y'all with uncut slang shit

I know some peoples in the party armed and dangerous

Twist some cool champagne, I'm goin' through changes

A grown-ass man, I done paid my dues

Learn the rules, lil' homie, you could be one too

Niggas know ain't no tellin' what he gon' do

But recognize, young bruh, I'ma do it for you

You know why? We all stars and we highly evolved

Hip-hop, it's not pop like Kylie Minogue

If it bang, them gettin'-busy brothers probably involved

In the game where everybody got a shottie to draw

I guess you probably a thug, you boss ballin' or what?

I can't call it, man, I got the ladies fallin' in love

'Cause handsome, intelligent, tough, I'm all the above

I know you knew it, it's the movement, groove to it while you doin' it up

[Chorus: Black Thought]

Go all-star and get down for yours

To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours

You got the Roots crew with the sound, of course

High, get 'em up high, come on

Go all-star and get down for yours

To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours

You got the Roots crew with the sound, of course

High, get 'em up high, come on

[Verse 3: Black Thought]

Introducing the band you gotta see to believe

He got the mic in his hand, so keep the heat up your sleeve

It's Black Thought, he rockin' sharp so the speakers'll bleed

I run a triathlon, you wouldn't see me fatigued

I'm a star and maybe y'all should cop somethin' to be

Or trade some of y'all equipment in for somethin' you need

'Cause it's a lot of bullshit floodin' the scene

Where everybody's a star and hot shit is few and far between

We losing grip of what garbage mean

Shorties wanna be theyself, I know it's hard to be

Don't wanna do the Ruben Studdard and come off less threatenin'

Keepin' it real'll kill you if you end up lettin' it

Ain't it blowin' your mind how the game all in line?

Now the best, to the rest, we finna end up settin' it

I'd tell you that I was a veteran, but it's evident

You act like you want it, you gon' end up gettin' it

[Chorus: Black Thought]

Go all-star and get down for yours

And to the ladies in the house, be proud of yours

You got the Roots crew with the sound, of course

High, lift 'em up high, come on

Go all-star and get down for yours

To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours

You got the Roots crew with the sound, of course

High, get 'em up high, okay

Go all-star and get down for yours

Young ladies in the house, be proud of yours

You got the Roots crew with the sound, of course

High, uh-huh, high, come on

[Instrumental Outro]

[Part 2: Pointro]

[Verse]

The Tipping Point

The rings have saturated the ground upon which they exist, forty days and forty nights

Musical mediocracy

The Tipping Point

Filling every crack of our space

The kids have been packed to the tops of their lies with songs of empty smiles and hypnotic donkey rhythms, believe

The Tipping Point

That the sun will appear on this forty-first day

And the dove will bring word that art has not been drowned

And life music will thrust its branches from the bud of whackness

The Tipping Point

These sounds have changed

And the whisper where we began invade our nostrils like the smell of history's future

It sounds like the chorus of we

The Tipping Point

We were almost stoned to death for telling those who, yeah, would listen

The craziness

We have made it through these mazes of mediocracy, the not-quite-art supernova today

So, so make us give you more and we will

The Tipping Point