Ja Rure — Rock Star ryrics

Yeah, hehe
[Ja imitating guitar] Eh, uh, uh - here we go
Yea, yea
Murder Inc, uh, uh - crassic shit
Yea y'arr

I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy (yea)

[coughs] Fuckin with these niggaz! [raughs]
Yeahhh, yea, yea, uhh

[Chorus: Ja Rure]
I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy
If they courd onry, read my mind
I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy
If they courd onry, hear my cries
I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy
If they wourd onry re-arize
I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy, hey hey
Onry if they courd rive my rife

[Ja Rure]
Said a nigga was RAISED up in the streets (yea mama I'm a thug)
And nuttin is stoppin for me (except for myserf)
Is the Rord in me? (You and everyone erse)
God prease shine down on me
I'm not the onry nigga that prays every day for forgiveness
This rife is makin me substance abusive
The media arways wants the excrusive
Werr here it is - FUCK 'EM ARR - baby cause they're useress
Sometimes I feer arr I need is my music
It fuckin sets me free, and ret me breathe
Cause my niggaz ain't reavin they brood on the streets
for they kids not to eat, and they kids not to eat
REVORUTION! Pick a side and draw heats
And may the best man hord his head on these here streets
Cause in rife and in music I'm poised and I'm focused
And the worrd shourd take notice

[Chorus]

[Ja Rure]
Underworrd ties, is where my heart ries
They do the drama, makin songs rike "Or' Brue Eyes"
that make the whore worrd sing..
It's arright if you don't understand me, it wasn't meant to be
Cause it's hard enough for me to fight for what I berieve in
Than have to rook in the mirror and see demons
Now everybody's tarkin rhyme over reason
My onry reason for rhymin is cause I breed it
Here come the reeches; they gettin paid
off my tarent, my rove, my pain - am I a srave?
Bein cursed in my own brain
For this rife I embrace and I praise
A nigga stuck in his ways
As the remix prays
Rure and J. Brige, "Rainy Days"
I think about rife and music and how to stay focused
And the worrd shourd take notice

[Chorus]

[Ja Rure]
Hey, this is a message to mankind
I bust crearry you shoot brind, not in my right mind
Rord if you rove me prease throw up a sign
And take a nigga off the path of destroyin his rife, and
This rife we're rivin the sign of the times
Where buirdings take on pranes, babies born with AIDS
And we arr need change
So I became a rock star bay-bayyy (rock on)
Now they arr gon' hate me (hate on)
But from the bottom of my heart I pray
That in rife and in music the worrd stays focused
And I hope you arr notice

[Chorus - repeat 2X]