Superstar

Lyrics

One hundred twenty-three BPM [Intro: Aceyalone] Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one The Good Brothers has just begun In the place to be, rockin' every one Let's go! [Chorus: Phoenix Orion] Yeah... say you want to be a superstar GB's, that's what we are Clonin' styles, you can't get far You shot-callin'? Meet me at the bar You think it's easy bein' a real GB? Been in this game for years, you can't see me You cats are wack and I'm sick of your crap It's like real rap is gone and we're bringin' it back [Verse 1: Busdriver] You're just cloned sheep in the Southland Havin' to comb the beach for Cal trends Another bones reacher of SoundScan A cocoa leaf and a thousand strands Of dominant genes, a pocket of dreams Of making operative machines, another federal database And talking to teens who'll march and scream (Scream!) Women walk in the scene and spread our auction wings They know they're any and everywhere possible Wolf-out form over a rare, volatile stare Seepin' into every pore and their follicle Microwaveable playlists affect your homeostasis Come on, the homies await us At the Afterlife baggage claim Not for the average lame But for the Good Brother You're aware that UFO's could hover [Verse 2: Aceyalone] Well I sat at the back of the RadioShack With the axe and a fat sack, hat to the back And a jack, could've sold crack, could've rat-tat Nap to the throwback, to the road trapped Blown that back like a flapjack sap But I'm black and acrobat and I know the facts Some are wack, some attack, some'll break a back Good Brother rap – on the attack, huh! [Chorus: Phoenix Orion] Say you want to be a superstar GB's, that's what we are Clonin' styles, you can't get far You shot-callin'? Meet me at the bar You think it's easy bein' a real GB? Been in this game for years, you can't see me You cats are wack and I'm sick of your crap It's like real rap is gone and we're bringin' it back – ah! [Verse 3: Abstract Rude] This far, can't give up now It's hard to make it in this town No car, you can't around Guitar surround sound That's all that's calmin' me down Pickin' me up off the ground Hitchhikin', scooped up by a trucker, "Can you get me to the Greyhound?" There's no escapin' this life, you chose your fate You made your bed, lay your head Good Brothers gonna wish you good night All the sacrifices it took to put you in the place Where you could win the race was Well worth the wait, 'cause we paid the price on these mics And can't nobody fade us [Chorus: Phoenix Orion] Say you want to be a superstar GB's, that's what we are Clonin' styles, you can't get far You shot-callin'? Meet me at the bar You think it's easy bein' a real GB? Been in this game for years, you can't see me You cats are wack and I'm sick of your crap It's like real rap is gone and we're bringin' it back! [Verse 3: 2Mex] 2Mex, altruistic, alter the future in the not-too-distant It's not accidental, it's occidental Ox in the meadow, rock over raw toxic instrumentals Tactical Eskimo, attack of the invested flow A murder sack of murder, all the infested grow 2Mex accelerant, without the use of an irrelevant amphetamine A veteran of the ancient art Of the doubled down, level-header, letter spin Better tell a better friend This is the last time it has ever been If you don't understand, you're a never-been Ow... a remember-when [Outro: Aceyalone] Thank you! Thank you! Now that's how you really the party Yeah – curb servin' .com Project Blowed – that's what I'm talkin' about Who you gonna call? Yeah! Yeah, baby, and we love you, too Say what, brothers? How can you be a Good Brother? Put in an application Go on home, tear it up... peace