[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
N***as 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