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    Come on baby, light my fire
    Everything you drop is so tired
    Music is supposed to inspire
    How come we ain't getting no higher?
    Now tell me your philosophy
    On exactly what an artist should be
    Should they be someone with prosperity
    And no concept of reality?
    Now, who you know without any flaws
    That lives above the spiritual laws
    And does anything they feel just because
    There's always someone there who'll applaud

    Come on baby, light my fire
    Everything you drop is so tired
    Music is supposed to inspire
    So, how come we ain't getting to nigher?
    I know you think that you've got it all
    And by making other people feel small
    Makes you think you're unable to fall
    But when you do, who you gonna call?
    See, what you give is just what you get
    I know it hasn't hit you yet
    Now I don't mean to get you upset
    But every 'cause has an effect

    Come on baby, light my fire
    Everything you drop is so tired
    Music is supposed to inspire
    So, how come we're not getting no higher?
    I cross sands in distand lands, made plans with the sheiks
    Why you beef with freaks as my album sales peak?
    All I wanted was to sell like 500
    And be a ghetto superstar since my first album 'Blunted'
    I used to work at Foot Locker, they fired me and fronted
    Or I quitted, now I spit it - however do you want it?
    Now you get it!
    Writing rhymes my range with the frames sightly tinted
    Then send it to your block and have my full name cemeented
    And if your rhymes sound like mine, I'm taking a percentage
    Unprecedented and still respected when it vintage
    I'm serious, I'm taking over areas in Aquarius
    Running red lights with my 10,000 chariotes
    Just as Christ was a superstar, you stupid star
    They'll hail you then they'll nail you, no matter who you are
    They'll make you now then take you down
    And make you face it, if you slit the bag open
    And put your pinky in it, then taste it

    Come on baby, light my fire
    Everything you drop is so tired
    Music is supposed to inspire
    So, how come we ain't getting no higher

    (Repeat to end)

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