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Trip Lee - Superstar
(from the album 20 20)
© copyright 2008, Reach Records.com
Verse 1:
Oh yeah they talk a lot, they say they that they walk it
out, they say they this/They making chips, their cake's
legit, don't baller block or call the cops/They think they
something, better not say they ain't or that they fake or
fronting/Otherwise their duns wills ride with guns inside
their range or something/That's what all they songs about,
they long for wrong they all about/How they the stuff and
they discuss how they all go that baller route/But me I take
that smaller route, them ballers I'm gon' call them out/And
say to dudes the King is true, so that's what I'm gon' talk
about/Look I ain't got no cocky flows bout dollars copped
when rocking shows/Or girls that pop and drop it low, or
glocks that I'm gon' lock and load/It's not for show or lots
of dough, I do this for His name/To get it out, not to get
mine exposed, don't do this for the fame/No time to flow
bout shiny clothes, or shoes, or golden chains/My mind is
sold to the God who rose, His truth is on my brain/So while
the average cats is backwards spitting battle raps/Wrapped
up in their habitat of blasting cats, I'm rapping 'bout the
Master's acts/Most cats just can't fathom that, that I don't
the spotlight/It's not right, I'm not tight, I rep Him when
I rock mics/So don't be looking at me, you see me just look
on past me/I'm nothing special, just a vessel, service makes
me happy
Hook:
Hey if you looking for a Superstar/I ain't the one you
searching for, I came to bring some worship, bro/He's
perfect I'm just dirt below/Hey if you looking for a
Superstar/Don't look at me, you got me wrong, I been a
sinner all along/Let's look at Him and not the songs
(Repeat)
Verse 2:
Hey what you looking at homie? Get your eyes up off of
me/The credit bro it's not for me, but the one who took the
cross for me/He's holy, I ain't choose Him, He chose me, oh
no He sought for me/Bought me, got me clean homeboy, get it
right/What you looking at sister? I ain't nothing but dust
bro/Who must go and rep His name, He gave me grace to trust
so/I'm nothing more than anybody else, they in the front
row/They think I'm special? I ain't much though no, get it
right/Hey what you looking at homie? Nah I don't mind the
autographs/And pictures but I ain't all for that, I'm
preaching Christ and falling back/My mission is to lift up
the risen who put the cross on back/I'm spitting to help
them follow that vision, get it right/Hey what you looking
at sister? Forget about my name and stuff/I ain't no
entertainer, but hope this is entertaining just/So cats can
hear His name discussed and trust the God I came to
trust/His grace is enough for saving us baby, get it
right
Hook
Bridge:
Get your eyes off me, I'm just dust from the ground/Put your
eyes on Him, Christ the Son with the crown/I ain't no
superstar, I ain't no superstar/So get your eyes off me, get
your eyes off me