Artist: The Roots f/ Greg Porn, Truck North Album: undun Song: Kool On Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Chorus] Come get your kool on, stars are made to shine {4X} Stars are made to shine [Greg Porn] I'm in the double G, three-piece tux Screamin dressed to kill, hope somebody call my bluff It's a full house, sippin on a Royal Flush Two queens is on my cuff, good times is in the cards Livin on borrowed time I'm payin the extra charge To feel like something small is worth a hundred large Swag is on retard, charm is on massage Wit is on guard, I challenge you to a duel Who needs a chain when every thought's a jewel? God bless the weirdo when everyone's a fool Fuck a genie and three wishes! I just want a bottle, a place to write my novel I am like her-oin to those that hear a rhyme and think "How do you find this upper echelon this time?" Let's toast to better days A beautiful mind and a flow that never age [Chorus] [Black Thought] Yo, I'm never sleepin like I'm on methamphetamines Move like my enemy ten steps ahead of me Say my reputation precedes me like a pedigree Gentlemanly gangsta steez, beyond the seventies Holdin fast money without runnin out of patience Move in silence, without runnin up in places Cake by the layers, rich but never famous Hustle anonymous still remain nameless In hindsight, gold come in bars like a Klondike The minute before the storm hit is what I'm calm like Suited and booted for a shootin like it's prom night It's suicide, right? Pursuers tried like to no avail and a heroes what they died like I got 'em waitin on the news like I'm Cronkite Not in the limelight, or needed for the crime right No boasts, just bodied, chalked close to the line tight [Chorus] [Truck North] Yeah, outside where the killers and the dealers swarm and inside they dressed up like it's a telethon Black tie affair but they holdin heavy arms Straight cash with a stash in the cummerbund More Bacardi and the bouncers of the party hum Riots eruptin around and still we party on Made the quantum leap to a king from a pawn But it was destined the conclusion was foregone Serenade of the former slave promenade 'cause them long days in the sun, have now become shade So we doing high speeds in a narrow lane Say cheese, free fallin from the aeroplane Another feather in the cap, for all the years That we spent in luxuries lap without looking back 'Cause memories could sting like hornet Damn, it felt good to see people up on it~! [Chorus]