Rap Superstar Lyrics by Cypress Hill

Rap Superstar Lyrics

    chorus:
    (B Real)
    So you wanna be a rap/rock superstar, and live large
    a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge
    comin' up in the world, don't trust no body
    gotta look over your shoulder constantly

    B Real:
    I remember the days when I was a young kid growin up
    looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up
    the rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys
    sign autographs or whatever the people want from me
    it's funny how impossible dreams manifest
    and the games that be comin with it
    nevertheless
    you got to go for the gusto but you dont know
    about the blood, sweat and tears
    and losing some of your fears
    and losing some of yourself to the years past,
    gone by
    hopefully it dont manifest
    for the wrong guy
    egomaniac and the brainiac
    dont know how to act
    48 tracks
    studio gangster, mack,
    sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil
    but never will til he crosses over
    still filling your head with fantasies
    come with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese

    You wanna be a rap/rock superstar in the biz
    and take shit from people who dont know what it is
    I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high
    and some cant pay the way
    still trapped in what you rapping about
    tell me what happened when you lost
    the route you took started collapsing
    no fans no fame no respect no change no women
    and everybody shittin on your name

    chrous X2

    Sen: (only in Rock version)
    you ever have big dreams of making real cream
    big shot, heavy hitter on the main
    and you wanna look shanty
    in the Bentley, be a snob and never act friendly
    you wanna have big fame, let me explain
    what happends to these stars and their big brains
    first they get played like all damn day
    long as you sell everything will be ok
    then you get dissed by the media and fans
    things never stay the same way they began
    I heard that some never give full to the fullest
    that's while fools end up dining on the bullet
    think everything's fine in the big time
    see me in my Lex with chrome raised high
    so you wanna roll far
    and live large
    it aint all that goes with bein a rock star


    chorus X2

    B Real:
    my own son dont know me
    I'm chillin in the hotel room lonely
    but I thank God I'm with my homies
    but sometimes I wish I was back home
    but only no radio or video didnt show me
    no love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly
    so the record gets pushed by Sony
    I'm in the middle like mony
    and the press say that my own people disown me
    and the best way back
    is to keep your head straight, never inflate the cranium
    they're too worried about them honies at the Paladium (a venu in LA)
    who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on
    go on, fall off, the ho's roll on
    til the next rap superstar
    with no shame
    give em a year, he'll be right out the game
    the same as the last one who came before him
    gained fame, started gettin ignored, I warned him
    assured him, this aint easy take it from Weezy
    sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin people (gun cock noise)

    whispered: assassins, assassins

    chorus X2


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