Letras:
Burning Point Black Star

excuse for your acts [Chorus] Black Star shining over you Black Star you are always twisting the truth Black Star is shining over you Black Star but

[music by P.Ahonen, lyrics by P.Ahonen & J.Kyro] Back alleys and secret doorways you always try to find passages to the other worlds but you're missing

: Heeyo drama We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit Breakfast club I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This

of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney top down, nightmare, blow her hair sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare fast

we got ten itchy fingers One thing to declare When the monkey is high You do not stare You do not stare You do not stare Looks like we got ourselves

the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all [Ol Dirty Bastard] I need help Because the black man is God The government is after me And the worst is, black

became The Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and I soon figured out that red and black don't mix. The beatings I received became more and more frequent to the point

used to sit inside And circle the blue fields and grease the night It was as if someone had spread butter On all the fine points of the stars 'Cause

Jerusalem Abusin' 'em, rockin' his jewels like we usin' 'em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the older God, build with the Son an' the Star All these MCs start