paroles de chanson Superstar - 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
C′mon now baby, c'mon now baby
C'mon now baby, c′mon, uh
C′mon now baby, c'mon now baby
C′mon now baby, c'mon
C′mon baby light my fire (C'mon)
Everything you drop is so tired (Everything)
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?

C′mon baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
What are we here for? What are we here for?
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 (You can fall, you can fall)
But when you do, who you gonna call?
See what you give is just what you get
(What you give is just what you get)
I know it hasn't hit you yet
(I know it hasn′t hit you yet)
Now I don't mean to get you upset
(Get upset, get upset)
But every cause has an effect, uh-huh
C'mon baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
So how come we ain′t gettin′ no higher?
(We ain't no higher, we ain′t no higher)
I cross sands in distant lands, made plans with the sheiks
Why you beef with freaks as my album sales peak?, uh
All I wanted was to sell like five hundred
And be a ghetto superstar since my first album, Blunted
I used to work at Foot Locker, they fired me, I 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 slightly tinted
Then send it to your block and have my full name cemented
And if your lines sound like mine I'm taking a percentage (ka-ching!)
Unprecedented, and still respected when it′s vintage
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'll 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
C′mon baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
(Everything you drop, everything you drop)
Music is supposed to inspire
So, how come we ain't gettin′ no higher?
(We gettin' no higher, no higher)
C′mon baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
(Where you at now? Where you at now? Where you at now?)
So, how come we ain't gettin′ no higher?
(How come we ain't gettin' no higher?)
C′mon baby light my fire (Yeah, c′mon baby!)
Everything you drop is so tired (Everything you drop is so tired)
Music is supposed to inspire
So, how come we ain't gettin′ no higher?
(We ain't no higher)