The Roots — Kool On

[Intro] Whoa, ohh Whoa, ohh, mm [Hook: Black Thought] Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine (Aah) Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine (Aah) Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine (Aah) Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine Stars are made to shine Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine, stars are made to shine [Verse 1: Greg Porn] I’m in the double-G, three-piece tux Screaming, "Dressed to kill," hope somebody call my bluff It’s a full house, sipping on a Royal Flush Two queens is on my cuffs, good times is in the cards Living on borrowed time, I’m paying the extra charge To feel like something small is worth a hundred large Swag is on retard, charm is on massage Wit is "en garde"—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 heroin to those that hear a rhyme and think: "How do you find this upper echelon?" It's time, let’s toast to better days A beautiful mind and a flow that never age [Hook: Black Thought] Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine, stars are made to shine [Verse 2: Black Thought] Yo, I’m never sleeping like I’m on methamphetamines Move like my enemy ten steps ahead of me Say my reputation precede me like a pedigree Gentlemanly gangster steez beyond the seventies Holding fast money without running out of patience Move in silence without running 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 shooting like it’s prom night It’s suicide, right? Pursuers tried, like To no avail, and a hero's what they died like I got 'em waiting on the news like I’m Cronkite Not in the limelight or needed for crime, right? No boasts, just bodied, and chalked close to the line-sight [Hook: Black Thought] Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine, stars are made to shine [Verse 3: 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 holding heavy arms Straight cash with a stash in the cummerbund More Bacardi, yeah, the bastards of the party home Riots erupting around and still we party on Been a 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 the narrow lane Say "Cheese," freefalling from the aeroplane Another feather in the cap For all the years that we spent in luxury's lap without looking back 'Cause memories could sting like a hornet Damn, it felt good to see people up on it [Hook: Black Thought] Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine, stars are made to shine