Tytuł: Rock stars

• Wykonawca: Non-Phixion
• Wyświetleń: 283

  
   "And now it's time bring out the headliner for the evening..."
  "Very Special... Please welcome to the stage..."
  
  (Goretex)
  Escape from New York, but I be on some Brooklyn bullshit
  I pull clips as fast as I dose chicks with ope tits
  Call me Necor, set the coke surviving the sticks
  Got my name all in your mouth like your liable to brick
  Click me on the tube, chain swinging down to my shoes
  Light up the room, african boom, spark it and zoom
  Disciple of rock, the type to range rifles and cops
  I'm spiteful, fake's get left shaking like Michael J. Fox
  
  (Ill Bill)
  ?? the age affected me through accupuncture
  Gangster and hustler murderer and kidnap a suspect
  Wrap her in ??, with Blood red to Crip blue
  My shit's to colorful, running through with a hundred goons and maniacs
  If a bitch like to suck dick, she a brainiac
  Bust up in they mouth piece, see how they react, take it back
  Like a instant replay, live in the PJ's, watching my Uncle freebase
  Analyzing the angles on a fiend's face
  I learn to love my trees lace, the way the PCP taste
  The way it make me see things, old school dice spot bills and sheep skins
  As I write, yes I'm rocking Iceberg jeans and Tims
  Thinking where I'm going be in 2007
  Either a house in the Hamptons or a house in Heaven
  I be chillin on the beach in the South of Venice
  Or merking the President live on Channel 7
  
  [Chorus: DJ Premier scratches] - repeat 2X
  "Coming through rocking"
  "Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" (Inspectah Deck)
  "Non-Phixion"
  "Unadulterated"
  "Emcee's"
  
  (Sabac Red)
  I be Brooklyn till I die don't even question it twice
  My crew's nice, late night at the corners we shooting dice
  It's like, summertime in New York, jeans, shorts, tims, ??
  Tanktops to roofies, groupies acting loosely
  Who'll be, in a black drop, with his hat cocked, that can't block
  Puff on the stove, get spit in snapshots
  I'm trying to live, feed the kids, drive some whips, handle biz
  Own a crib, do my shit, in the streets, that's how it is
  
  (Ill Bill)
  If I say Rockstar, I'm talking about rocking the mic
  My shit's hot like the rock fiend dropping a pipe
  These cats are idiots, with raps so pussy they catch period's
  I'm serious, my life is like a drug experience
  A porno movie with no plot and I'm the only guy in it
  Like Vivid video's with Kobe Tai dime bitches
  Ill Bill rap crusader, chilling in the black Navigator
  Canarsie to Pennsylvania
  
  "Wild..."
  "Like..."
  "Rock...Rockstars"
  "Who...Who smash guitars"
  
  Chorus 1x
  
  (Goretex)
  Break with me your out, bang you with shells and heaters out
  Blast off the terrorist, blow bombs and speakers out
  Hookers and bricks, gutter cats, bitches and pimps
  Cripples and Gimps, ex-cons, pushers and tricks
  Street poet, speak the essence, what's realer than this
  Up in the club smoked out coke, the feeling of Cris
  You lighting the wrist, Richard Simmons fro with a pick
  Taking my record label hostage if they stompin my shit
  
  (Sabac Red)
  I remember them cold nights and long lines for clubs
  Now it's strictly V.I.P., free drinks and drugs
  Pounds and hugs, getting back rubs, be them Underground thugs
  Stay street but got new found love, take a Continental, driver rental
  Travel the globe, Non Phixion to the end worldwide we rock shows
  Explode from out the projects, Glenwood to Drysneck
  Hold your drink up, and make a toast to how the gods get
  
  [Chorus] - 2x