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stars - devine carama lyrics

im not a superstar man i’mma soulstar…
i love my people so i never check worldstar

started from the bottom and we made it to the tip top/
make the beat knock instead of the clip pop/
we don’t do it for the cash we do it for hip hop..
when i say hip then you say hop!

i remember poetry was the scene tho, and it was cool to call your girlfriend a queen yo/ brown sugar were the type if movies i liked, tyler perry cool but his movies is too extreme though/ that ain’t really us, there more to us, the black experience yeah there’s more to it/ and as a rap fan i wanted the real you, in order to clap hands god i had to feel you/ and i was playing ball and peeping the mic through my rear view, put my life in reverse to go claim that /when you hear the music i hope it’s theroputic, if you sick of all the lies i want my lyrics to heal you/lyrically nice enough to etch out some hallmarks, or greets seeds with stickers when they exiting walmart/i just want to uplift people with dope bars, you can be a superstar i’m a soulstar…

too many rappers spits bars like a death wish, they so errant with they arms like leftwich/ i come from era where bars had a message, and one verse could shine light like god when he present/ a man is the sun reflect stars and the crescent, in the darkness our ancestors overcame misery/yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. today is a gift thats why we call it the present/
black women shouldn’t have to fear when she see me, she should see me & be like please king free me/ but she’s called b-tch on everyone of her cds, her chest means more to a man than her mind will /ok look at life and real big chessboard, the one piece you can’t afford to lose is ya queen piece/ we must protect her, we must respect her, if no other rapper going to do it devine will…

this goddess was a vegan her focus proper health, said she wanted knowledge, but her college couldn’t help/ so i laid her on the bed, and gave her some head, but instead of spreading her legs i gave her knowledge of self/ willie lynch doctrine, and the supreme mathematics, just some light reading to increase what’s in her attic/man her beauty is flawless, and when truth is taught, it’s like food for thought, and we feast with the famish/ i’m from an era soul sista & love jones, now it’s an era c0ke pitching and bust chrome/ well we always had both but now it’s no balance, so my flow challenge wack rappers to go home/ rewrite they bars until they show growth, and if they don’t then they stay home and go broke/now a days it’s fashion before a rappers flow i’ve never seen so many wack rappers so stylish…

- devine carama lyrics

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