Devine Carama - Stars (produced by DJ Well Blended) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Im not a superstar man I'mma SoulStar...
I love my people so I never check Worldstar

Started from the bottom and we made it to the tip top/
Make the beat knock instead of the clip pop/
We don't do it for the cash we do it for hip hop..
When I say hip then you say hop!

I remember poetry was the scene tho, and it was cool to call your girlfriend a queen yo/ Brown Sugar were the type if movies I liked, Tyler Perry cool but his movies is too extreme though/ that ain't really us, there more to us, the black experience yeah there's more to it/ and as a rap fan I wanted the real you, in order to clap hands god I had to feel you/ and I was playing ball and peeping the mic through my rear view, put my life in reverse to go claim that /When you hear the music I hope it's theroputic, if you sick of all the lies I want my lyrics to heal you/Lyrically nice enough to etch out some Hallmarks, or greets seeds with stickers when they exiting Walmart/I just want to uplift people with dope bars, you can be a superstar I'm a SoulStar...

Too many rappers spits bars like a death wish, they so errant with they arms like Leftwich/ I come from era where bars had a message, and one verse could shine light like God when He present/ a man is the sun reflect stars and the crescent, in the darkness our ancestors overcame misery/Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift thats why we call it the present/
Black women shouldn't have to fear when she see me, she should see me & be like please king free me/ but she's called bitch on everyone of her CDs, her chest means more to a man than her mind will /Ok look at life and real big chessboard, the one piece you can't afford to lose is ya queen piece/ we must protect her, we must respect her, if no other rapper going to do it Devine will...

This goddess was a vegan her focus proper health, said she wanted knowledge, but her college couldn't help/ So I laid her on the bed, and gave her some head, but instead of spreading her legs I gave her knowledge of self/ Willie Lynch doctrine, and the supreme mathematics, just some light reading to increase what's in her attic/man her beauty is flawless, and when truth is taught, it's like food for thought, and we feast with the famish/ I'm from an era Soul Sista & Love Jones, now it's an era coke pitching and bust chrome/ well we always had both but now it's no balance, so my flow challenge wack rappers to go home/ rewrite they bars until they show growth, and if they don't then they stay home and go broke/now a days it's fashion before a rappers flow I've never seen so many wack rappers so stylish...