Non Phixion - Rock Stars Lyrics
"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 bullshitI pull clips as fast as I dose chicks with ope titsCall me Necor, set the coke surviving the sticksGot my name all in your mouth like your liable to brickClick me on the tube, chain swinging down to my shoesLight up the room, african boom, spark it and zoomDisciple of rock, the type to range rifles and copsI'm spiteful, fake's get left shaking like Michael J. Fox(Ill Bill)?? the age affected me through accupunctureGangster and hustler murderer and kidnap a suspectWrap her in ??, with Blood red to Crip blueMy shit's to colorful, running through with a hundred goons and maniacsIf a ***** like to suck dick, she a brainiacBust up in they mouth piece, see how they react, take it backLike a instant replay, live in the PJ's, watching my Uncle freebaseAnalyzing the angles on a fiend's faceI learn to love my trees lace, the way the PCP tasteThe way it make me see things, old school dice spot bills and sheep skinsAs I write, yes I'm rocking Iceberg jeans and TimsThinking where I'm going be in 2007Either a house in the Hamptons or a house in HeavenI be chillin on the beach in the South of VeniceOr 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 twiceMy crew's nice, late night at the corners we shooting diceIt's like, summertime in New York, jeans, shorts, tims, ??Tanktops to roofies, groupies acting looselyWho'll be, in a black drop, with his hat *****ed, that can't blockPuff on the stove, get spit in snapshotsI'm trying to live, feed the kids, drive some whips, handle bizOwn 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 micMy shit's hot like the rock fiend dropping a pipeThese cats are idiots, with raps so ***** they catch period'sI'm serious, my life is like a drug experienceA porno movie with no plot and I'm the only guy in itLike Vivid video's with Kobe Tai dime *****esIll Bill rap crusader, chilling in the black NavigatorCanarsie to Pennsylvania"Wild...""Like...""Rock...Rockstars""Who...Who smash guitars"Chorus 1x(Goretex)Break with me your out, bang you with shells and heaters outBlast off the terrorist, blow bombs and speakers outHookers and bricks, gutter cats, *****es and pimpsCripples and Gimps, ex-cons, pushers and tricksStreet poet, speak the essence, what's realer than thisUp in the club smoked out coke, the feeling of CrisYou lighting the wrist, Richard Simmons fro with a pickTaking my record label hostage if they stompin my shit(Sabac Red)I remember them cold nights and long lines for clubsNow it's strictly V.I.P., free drinks and drugsPounds and hugs, getting back rubs, be them Underground thugsStay street but got new found love, take a Continental, driver rentalTravel the globe, Non Phixion to the end worldwide we rock showsExplode from out the projects, Glenwood to DrysneckHold your drink up, and make a toast to how the gods get[Chorus] - 2x
