Outro
Stars Lyrics


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Adesso sai tutto del mio mondo
Dimmi:quanta gente è rimasta all’ascolto
Non importa, quel che conta
È quello che trovi intorno a te
In giro per il mondo
Svariando da ingordo
Non smetto, d’essere triste
Anche quando lei insiste
Ripetendo che sono il meglio,
In questo gioco
L’ansia prima e dopo ogni pezzo
I soldi buttati appresso a droga
E stronzate varie
Tra cui tante serate andate male
Solo perché spero ogni giorno
Di scappare da sto posto
Dove nasci già morto
Sbattuto fuori come un cane abbandonato
Ma tu eri li a raccogliere quel neonato
Mi hai cresciuto, un po coccolato
Poi hai strappato il cuore con una mano
Adesso che punto in alto, mi sento solo
In camera per ore chiuso noto
Che quel che sento infondo
Un po è reale e un po un ignoto
Ma adesso che sai tutto del mio mondo




Metto un colpo in canna
E aspetto solo di fare fuoco

Overall Meaning

The song "Outro" by Stars features a sample of a voice speaking about martial arts and the importance of honesty and self-expression. The lyrics of the song dive into themes of authenticity in the music industry and the pressure to conform to trends or portray a certain image. The verses touch on topics such as materialism, violence, and the effects of fame on the art of hip-hop.


The first verse sets the tone for the song with lines like "Like sand through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives," invoking the idea of the fleeting nature of time and life. The second verse explores the singer's own values and resistance to conforming to societal norms, with lyrics like "I ain't impressed / These lames walk around like mice in the maze / Tryin' to get up on cheese, it's just a rap race." The third verse takes a more confrontational approach, calling out "hip-hop hypocrites" who make "whack songs" for the sake of making money.


Overall, "Outro" is a critique of the music industry and the pressure on artists to conform and sell out in order to make a living. The sample at the beginning of the song serves as a reminder of the importance of honesty and self-expression in art, something that the singer believes is often put on the back burner in the quest for fame and fortune.


Line by Line Meaning

Like sand through the hourglass
Life passes us by quickly


So are the days of our lives
Every day counts towards the story of our life


And for that lie, only we thrive
We often thrive by telling lies to ourselves and others


Awakenings, as we make the dead come alive
We awaken the dead parts of ourselves through music and art


Rise and walk my son, come into the light
We are called to rise up and embrace the light of truth and expression


Inside the dark, we illuminate mics
Even in the darkness, we can bring light and truth through music


Give knowledge to mediocre, the will to Neanderthal
We bring knowledge and truth to those who may not have experienced it before


Filter to the smog, digital to analog
We filter through the noise and bring clarity to the world


We steady advancing, rhyme enhancing
We are always moving forward and improving our art


Simple minds can't keep up with this
Our art requires intelligence and insight that not everyone possesses


I'm a put it on the table
I am being honest and transparent


I ain't a thug nigga and playa
I am not someone who glorifies violence or promiscuity


I ain't playful, I'm jus' a non-sinner
I am serious and not someone who sins


A man without label, standin' on my own two
I am an independent person who does not conform to societal labels


Tryin' to stay stable
I am trying to maintain balance in my life


Speakin' what I know, to only what I label
I am only speaking about things that I know and can label truthfully


I ain't the kinda guy who carry out for dough
I am not someone who does things just for money


The material cat who walk around for show
I am not impressed by those who try to show off material possessions


I'm jus' everyday, merry-way Joe-in-the-go
I am just an average person, living my life as best as I can


While other's go wit' the flow
While others conform to societal norms, I do my own thing


I ain't never been the one to follow trend
I have never been one to follow what's popular or trendy


I do my own bit, can't keep up with the Joneses
I march to the beat of my own drum and don't try to keep up with others


I'm on my own shit, I don't care what you drink
I am focused on my own life and don't care about others' choices


What you stress, how you dress, or where you got the link
I don't care about material possessions or societal status symbols


These lames walk around like mice in the maze
Some people are lost and confused, like mice in a maze


Tryin' to get up on cheese, its just a rap race
They are chasing after something that doesn't matter, like a rat race


One escapes time seems to make
Time seems to fly by and escape us


Man worships things over the supreme thing
People put material possessions above what really matters


A stop for lots, should I join the hypocrites
Many people stop at nothing to get what they want, but I question whether I should follow them


Or side with the suckers, by choice
I choose not to follow those who compromise their values for material possessions


It makes no difference, that you're a product of environment
Your upbringing and environment don't excuse your actions


Is just coincidence, the world's a violent place baby
Violence in the world is not just a coincidence


There ain't no more innocence, or civil men of penitence
Innocence and civility are hard to come by in today's world


Just ignorance, casting the right from wrong
Ignorance is causing people to blur the lines between right and wrong


They mimic shit they see on TV or hear in a song
People often copy what they see in media and music


What they tell you they on, a sucker act up every minute
People often say one thing but act differently when it matters


The righteous live on, but them niggas is invented
Good people continue to exist, but bad people often fake their identity


How many cats you know
How many people do you know


Speak the ill-legit rhyme after rhyme diligent
Many rappers glorify negative and illegal behavior in their music


Eighty-five percent represent ignorant
The majority of rappers promote ignorance and negative behavior


Either you innocent or guilty
Either you do good or bad, there's no gray area


Some of my favorite emcees fell of
Some of my favorite rappers lost their way


It damn near killed me
It was devastating


Lookin' at the kids that was true hip-pop
Looking at the younger generation who were true to the hip-hop genre


Nowadays them cats don't even do hip-hop
Nowadays, many younger rappers do not make true hip-hop music


Rap got 'em brainwashed, with cats that don't last
Many rappers are brainwashed by the idea of making money and don't last long in the industry


And five minutes of fame, that's when it's a shame
When rappers only have a short-lived fame, it's a shame


Seein' real emcees tryin' to imitate rappers
It's disappointing to see true emcees trying to copy popular rappers


If you ask me, they goin' out ass-backwards
In my opinion, they are going about it the wrong way


Trading in respect to push a fat Lex'
Rappers are trading in their respect and authenticity to push a luxurious lifestyle


Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next?
Rappers are resorting to using gimmicks to sell their music


It hurts so bad, I wanna smack 'em
It's painful to watch rappers compromise their values and authenticity


My favorite crew members break up
The groups I admire often break up due to internal conflicts


Turn around and join whack ones
They often join less authentic and less talented groups


This is dedicated to you hip-hop hypocrites
This message is for the fake and inauthentic rappers


Droppin' whack songs, like you don't give a shit
Releasing terrible music without regard for authenticity or quality


I ain't got nothin' against nobody trying to make a decent living
I have nothing against those who are trying to make a living


It ain't the money that's the issue
The issue is not making money, but making good music


Only if that's the reason why these cats ain't makin' decent music
If they are compromising their authenticity and values just to make money, it's a problem


That's when I got beef wit' you
That's when I take issue with you


And I'm a bring it to you like never
I will confront you about it like never before


Go ahead, call me player-hater if it make you feel better
If you want to dismiss my criticism as hating, go ahead


Try to jump my crew if you cats feel boggy
If you want to confront me or my group, go for it


You need to wake up, and smell the damn coffee
You need to realize what's really going on




Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Gianfranco Senzamici

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