"A Starr Iz Born (Bounce, Bounce)"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	CD: 3 Wishes   Label: Fono Records Credits: K. White, D. Jeremiah
	Lyrics A STARR IZ BORN (Poem #1) Welcome to the wonderful world of B@BEtm a place where only hit records play like to see Da Sights dim lights burn bright pho’ever and a gotdamn day let’z go VERSE #1 Somethin phrom nuttin's / kinda like unprotected phuckin Phather Tyme chimed Mutha Nature now a playa'z in her oven kickin' and shovin / baby'z a masochistic muffin who worries world ain't ready pho hiz HIStorical cumin rippin and runnin / soon as phirst phoot steps up out of stomach livin and lovin / the PLOT begot, but it plummets chillin like, “Phuck it!” / rewrites the script, every subject hands himself the leading role az a product of the public [az a, az a, az a] willin to publish / Life as really revised rubbish a vast mass of AZZ is cast pho production pheelin hiz phunction / baby bestows baby a budget still in conjunction / with that phrom Heaven up above shit what, bitch? Chorus Bounce, bounce bitches just bounce Bounce, bounce bitches that ass pho’ me c’mon (4x) A starr iz born [uh huh, yeah] won't be too long [yeah, yeah] 'til he go’n shine [uh huh, yeah] pho all of tyme [yeah, yeah] I know you niggas want it / but, you cannot have it ‘cause I got it / whose the hottest artist? it’z the B-A-B-E, B-A-B-E I know you niggas hate it / but, you cannot phade it ‘cause I made it / whose the latest greatest? it’z the B-A-B-E, B-A-B-E I know you niggas note it / but, you cannot quote it ‘cause I wrote it / whose the coldest poet? it’z the B-A-B-E, B-A-B-E A STARR IZ BORN (Poem #2) Prejudices are a thing of the past love is meant to last not a woman scorn a starr iz born but, phate is phallin phast let’z go I know you niggas want it / but, you cannot have it ‘cause I got it / whose the hottest artist? it’z the B-A-B-E, B-A-B-E VERSE #2 This era’s errors / got money runnin like mascara Uncle Sam scammed Lady Luck now baby's stuck in the mirror vision is clearer / however, he can hardly to hear her yell to Hell as flames rain on the porch that scorched the torchbearer smoke phills the air up / the phriendly skies eyes tear up the dawn draws nearer / gray clouds finally start to clear up not yet aware of / the Emperor gave his chair up declares the heir of thrown though baby’z grown to be a terror hires a harem / to sell hiz saturated serum toils a hit to wit how much shit he can stir up U.S. to Europe / baby barters lyrics pho lira Asian to Arab / the dollars bought hiz thoughts and theorems Novus Ordo Seclorum (Song) Y’all haven’t heard the last of me I’ve just begun this blasphemy exactly who done asked pho me I don’t know, don’t care, my apathy leads most people to think that I’m a niggah way before hiz tyme if lustin pho the cream’s a crime watch a starr’z status start to climb Bounce, bitches just bounce Bounce, bitches that ass pho’ me c’mon (3x) I know you niggas want it / but, you cannot have it ‘cause I got it / whose the hottest artist? it’z the, it’z the, it’z the…… it’z the B-A-B-E, B-A-B-E

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