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Superstar - Hush
Hey yo it's funny nowadays
how these fools see rap
As a Road to the Riches like Kool G Rap
And most people see me
and think "Damn, not again
They signed another guy
who's a friend of Eminem"
But you put me
in a booth to the crowds disbelief
That if I spit the illest
I'm keeping all my teeth
Then bite your style
and feed you the feces
You've been shoving down
the throats of these folks with CD's
And believe that I can be dropped just like that
And be right back
working a job I might slack at

I can't do it fuck it
I'd rather show you
that I love it with a bullshit budget
These cats walk around iced out with gunclaps
And no cash in a corner
of fools with dunce caps
And dumb rap on how
you're a star whatever yo
You ain't shit without approval
from Thom Panunzio

Renting all your fancy clothes
That ain't your car in the videos
Trying to be gangsta
You ain't no superstar...

Your jewelry ain't fooling me
Don't give a fuck about V.I.P
Trying to be gangsta
You ain't no superstar...
See I blew my advance
on a truck and Desert Eagle
Cause image isn't nothing
it doesn't measure ego
Plus wherever we go we might
get into trouble
I haven't made enough
to afford a body double
Cats get some duckets
and worry about wheels
Instead of saying something
with meaning that really feels
Love all the glamour to me it's all glitz
But the music that they make
in the back is all shit
For me don't roll out the red carpet
I wouldn't even know
how to act in that department
This game is fucked for sure and by far
Topics for the songs are made up by A & R's
(whew! That's banging!...
Thanks man...
We should get J. Lo on the remix!)
If my album doesn't sell
good for Jimmy Iovine
I'll be inside a bank screaming
give me all the green
Renting all your fancy clothes
That ain't your car in the videos
Trying to be gangsta
You ain't no superstar...
Your jewelry ain't fooling me
Don't give a fuck about V.I.P
Trying to be gangsta
You ain't no superstar...
These rappers pose like models
in every head shot
But they've blown every chance
like the Boston Red Sox
Get a deal throw it away in 1 instance
I got my shit together
forever keep your distance
I'd rather have a will
in the bank and be respected
You think I need to spend me
a mil to be accepted
Forget where you're from
and you can't go back
Can't show you still
got it like an old throwback
At a bar chicks think
you're slick with quick winks
In return they reply
to you back and give blinks
Til you walk up on my crew with mixed drinks
(Have you listened to my album?)
yeah your shit stinks
No subjects no skills and no spirit

Mink coats iced out chains and no lyrics
Acting in this business like y'all pitched in
And not a modern day baller like Paul Fishkin

Renting all your fancy clothes
That ain't your car in the videos
Trying to be gangsta
You ain't no superstar...
Your jewelry ain't fooling me
Don't give a fuck about V.I.P
Trying to be gangsta
You ain't no superstar...