Radio speaker : Yeah baby, it's Phil Cassese live on Night Talk We're talkin about musical genius R.A. The Rugged Man Let's take some calls, find out what you guys think #1 Caller: Yo, R's definitly one of the illest lyricist I've ever heard, that's real #2 Caller: R.A. man, he's comin out, guns blazin baby, BOOM, watch out #3 Caller: He's very intelligent, he's a positive role model in rap #4 Caller: I went to a show last week, he was the bomb... He was better than Michael Jackson #5 Caller: He's so sexy, My girl said he had an 11 inch cock, couldn't walk a week after #6 Caller: Yo R.A. is worldwide man, he's goin platinum, quadruple, 'n big time #7 Caller: First time I saw him, I knew he had a star quality, he's a superstar
[Verse 1] Ayyo, here's the whole story, the whole true, "He's retarded" Here's how my whole bullshit career started Back in '88 it was about battle rappin' and shootin' guns off At house parties, say "HO" (BANG!BANG!BANG!) on the streets before rhymin' No complainin', no money, no fame, still maintainin' 1991, now my whole career started bustin' You seen on stage shows, guess the crowd jump in it Let the kids come on Tommy Boy, Mercury, Priority wanted me Russell Simmons, and 9 other record companies Sending limousines out to pick up my broke ass Feedin' me steaks, buyin' me hookers, I hope that shit last I was used to have no cash, I got gassed White trash, why they wanna sign my ass? '92 the whole industry was on my dick I signed to Jive Records, and fucked up the whole shit
[Hook] You're a shinin star You're a superstar *Ooohhh..* *Large star* *But you gonna be large* You're a shinin star You're a superstar *Ooohhh..* *Yeah, right*
[Verse 2] Now I'm stuck on a wack label They say, "See the way you behave Now wonder why the label hate you" They said "He's a beast, he's a creature Keep him in the other room, don't let him see Aaliyah" "Ban him from the building, I don't wanna see him either" "He just don't know how to play the game right He could be larger than life" They try to turn the label Caucasian They signed me, Whitey Don and the Insane Clown Posse And then they signed the Backstreet Boys and Britney It's a pop label, what the fuck they want with me? Forget R. Kelly, I'm a do that rippin' out your cunt shit I flipped the fuck out and did some dumb shit On some look at me, I got a gun shit I ain't gonna give you that commercial run hit Instead I gave you "Every record label suck dick" Try to press charges against me Suited me, blackballed me My lawyer wouldn't even call me
[Hook] You're a shinin star You're a superstar *Ooohhh..* *Large star* *But you gonna be large* You're a shinin star You're a superstar *Ooohhh..* *Large star*
You're a shinin star You're a superstar *Ooohhh..* *Large star* *But you gonna be large* You're a shinin star You're a superstar *Ooohhh..* *Yeah, right*
[Verse 3] '95, I'm broke out the ass, no dough Watchin' everybody else around me blow Trackmasters, Mobb Deep, Keith Murray Biggie and Puff, I will admit it, I was jealous as fuck I was so pathetic No dough, found an ugly chick With a no dough fetish, all my old hoes jetted Went from hearin' "You gon' be a star kid" To hearin' "He ain't talented, he's garbage" Now for shitty kicks there's no market '96, I got a gun now I remember I was plotting to kill Jeff Fenster Moved back in with pop duke And my handicapped brothers and sisters, and we had no loot That's when the Feds came b