Superstar Lyrics - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill - Lauryn Hill

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 

Come on now baby come on now baby come on now baby come on, uhh 

Come on now baby come on now baby come on now baby come on 

Come on 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? 

Come on 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! 

Come on 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 supastar since my first album _blunted_ 

I used to work at foot locker, they fired me and 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 

Lightly tinted, then send it to your blcok to 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 finished, 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 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 

Come on baby light my fire 

Everything you drop is so tired 

Music is supposed to inspire 

So how come we ain't gettin no higher? 

Come on baby light my fire 

Everything you drop is so tired 

Music is supposed to inspire 

So how come we ain't gettin no higher? 

Come on baby light my fire 

Everything you drop is so tired 

Music is supposed to inspire 

So how come we ain't gettin no higher?