excuse for your acts [Chorus] Black Star shining over you Black Star you are always twisting the truth Black Star is shining over you Black Star but
[music by P.Ahonen, lyrics by P.Ahonen & J.Kyro] Back alleys and secret doorways you always try to find passages to the other worlds but you're missing
I used to ride up on the hill And look down at the darkened Silhouettes of tall black windowsills And my heart jumped
used to sit inside And circle the blue fields and grease the night It was as if someone had spread butter On all the fine points of the stars 'Cause
New York slang Even though we don't talk like that out here The point I'm tryina make comes out so clear You want paper or plastic, Visa or cash? You wanna burn
Jerusalem Abusin' 'em, rockin' his jewels like we usin' 'em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the older God, build with the Son an' the Star All these MCs start
, believe me. Who start it like us, rip a part it like us, who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us? Who start it like us, rip a part
dizzy all I saw was stars I put my hands over my eyes and settled on the handle bars That was stupid I got off track Because about that point everythin' went black
Shadow Starshipa?¦a?¦ Starship Take Mea?¦a?¦ Stretch Our Legs In Time And Space Take A Passagea?¦a?¦ Through The Vacuuma?¦a?¦ Let Me Feel The Stars Burnin
it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz poppin', welcome to our casino, 'cause you and me know Hundred percent like a C note Lookin' for a bitch that's half black
Nam, calculate keep time Finish the World War I've been a star The knock quiminitar(?), strange and restrain Retired and rewired, melodically molecules Strategy and logic enables our positions then points
inhaling a few migraines He stays on the shells and denims Beyond his wildest fantasies never really thought he'd be drilling 'em But ah, bs119 and wore black
that, who you runnin' wit? Yo, I'm goin' straight for your head to leave you headless Eyes of redness, I spray rap cats to burn the lead tips Point
my tribe, find shelter here" The wise woman takes the bone and points at me: Who am I to be? Not a single word trips from my lips so I start to dance
be gone Lost in limbo like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm I'm an enigma I rip bars Or burn your star with 5 points Plus the mic I ripped thus far
the stars fall incomprehensible Oh these all tell me Oh these all spell to me Hitler as Kalki Kalki as Hitler Where's your God now? I'll point out his