Get 'em up high okay, yeah Go all-star, and get down for yours

To the ladies in the house, we proud of y'all

You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course

High, lift 'em up high, okay When that adrenaline get in they system

It get 'em out on a quest for stardom, could be a mother fuckin' problem

In Philly, Cincinnati, Los Angeles or Harlem

Kids call themselves killers let they hammers do the talkin'

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

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

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

Wonder how, you lift it up, be only 17

And like everybody he want to shine, young brothers on the grind

Holdin' something in their 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 are stars, it's our time to shine

Let's get 'em up high, c'mon Go all-star, and get down for yours

To the ladies in the house, we proud of y'all

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, we proud of y'all

You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course

High, lift 'em up high, okay Yo, ain't it strange how the newspapers play with the language

I'm deprogrammin' y'all with uncut slang ***

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' homey, you could be one too

Niggas know, ain't no tellin' what he gonna' do

But recognize young bro, I'mma do it for you

You know why? We're 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 Go all-star, and get down for yours

To the ladies in the house, we proud of y'all

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, we proud of y'all

You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course

High, lift 'em up high, okay 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 something to be

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

Cause it's a, lot of bull*** floodin' the scene

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

We lose the grip of what, garbage mean

Shorties want to be themselves, I know it's hard to be

Don't want to do the Ruben Studdard and come off less threatening

Keepin' it real I'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 fin' to end up settin it

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

You act like you want it, you gonna' end up gettin' it Go all-star, and get down for yours

To the ladies in the house, we proud of y'all

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, we proud of y'all

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, we proud of y'all

You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course

High, lift 'em up high, okay Everybody is a star