Last Of The Starmakers

Lyrics

With the love I have inside of me, we can turn this world around We can live through all eternity and we never touch the ground We'll take a chance to ride upon a star to a place that's far away The light of love will shine on us forever and a day Verse 1: I'm the last of the starmakers Coming from the place of killers and lawbreakers Where bending moral and corrupt will get you far, player Only if you pull the right strings like guitar players I hold it down like ministers when I'm baptizing these beats Give 'em new life like game cheats Same week had the best and worst days of my life Knew hip-hop was dead when I heard about Phife Felt the blade of the knife, funny thing I was pierced by my so-called friends I put my life through a lens So I could cleanse what I'm overlooking Started on a new chapter, show still booking So I correct the stage like Eric Andre Still cooking food for thought, these entrees 'cause somebody gotta step up I lost fam tryna keep they rep up Days with no lights 'cause the bills never kept up That's when you shine, mama stayed on the grind Even if she didn't give me birth, told me, 'you mine' You a star, don't ever forget that Little brother listening, it's time for the getback Told 'em to sit back Don't want him seeing this injustice There gotta be gods among us But they keep our heroes fighting each other while they still hunger Blood on the leaves, can't breathe, will I get killed for selling CDs? I don't know It's crazy, man But I learned how to glow Time to shine, time to shine, yo Verse 2: Three three four to the nine one nine I'm on your mind like horsehair Rappers ain't really beefin', most diss like Infinite Warfare I'm from the place of infinite warfare Where they shoot out for thrill-seeks, man When lightening strikes, bring a new meaning to kill-streaks I spent some years on the street, never feel weak You can never say I'm not a emcee Boy, you couldn't handle bars, and I'm only going ten-speed Cheaper to die than stay alive so it seems It's a gift and a curse, ironic my raps clean Ain't from the city of dreams I'm from the city where we dream we'll make it past seventeen Fiends lost to the white, blood stains on they nose And footprints in the powder like they checking for ghosts, whoa Became a showstopper Clean 'til the fat lady sing a soap opera So proper, look Just keep your eyes on the stars My message bringing the people together like say menage These scars had me mold into the dreamer that I am Ain't no filters on these pictures I paint, this ain't The 'gram Racists try to slam [?] but don't know how to act Told 'em watch Pursuit of Happiness, my will is intact, where you at? That's what I'm talk' 'bout