Gore Elohim - Rock Stars lyrics

[Intro] "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 bullsh** I pull clips as fast as I dose chicks with dope tits Tommy Lee called, said the coke's arrivin' at six 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 who'll range rifles at cops I'm spiteful, fakes get left shaking like Michael J. Fox [Ill Bill] I deliver AIDS-infected needle accupuncture Gangster and hustler murderer and kidnap a suspect Rapper and dusthead, from Blood red to Crip blue My sh**'s too colorful, running through with a hundred goons and maniacs If a b**h like to s** 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 an*lyzing the anguish on a fiend's face I learned to love my trees laced, the way the PCP taste The way it make me see things, old school dice spot bills and sheep skins As I write this I'm rocking Iceberg jeans and Timbs Thinking where I'm gon' 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 [Hook: 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 nice, late night in them corners we shoot dice Just like summertime in New York, jean-shorts, Timbs, Nubuck Tanktops with kufis, groupies acting loosely Who be in a black drop, with his hat co*ked, that cat 'Bac Puffin a stoge and spittin snapshots I'm trying to live, feed the kids, drive some whips, handle biz Own a crib, do my sh**, in the streets, that's how it is [Ill Bill] If I say rock star, I'm talking about rocking the mic My sh**'s hot like the rock a fiend drop in a pipe These cats is idiots, with raps so p**y they catch periods I'm serious, my life is like a drug experience A p**no movie with no plot and I'm the only guy in it Like Vivid videos with Kobe Tai dime b**hes Ill Bill rap crusader, chilling in the black Navigator Canarsie to Pennsylvania "Wild..." "Like..." "Rock...Rockstars" "Who...Who smash guitars" [Hook] [Goretex] Break Mumia out, bang in with shells and heaters out Blast off the terrorist, blow bombs and speakers out Hookers and bricks, gutter cats, b**hes 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 light in the wrist, Richard Simmons fro with a pick Taking my record label hostage if they stoppin my sh** [Sabac Red] I remember them cold nights and long lines for clubs Now it's strictly V.I.P., free drinks and d** Pounds and hugs, getting back rubs, we them underground thugs Who stay street but got new found love Take a Continental, drive a rental, travel the globe Non Phixion to the end worldwide we rock shows Explode from out the projects, Glenwood to Throggs Neck Hold your drink up, and make a toast to how the gods get [Hook] - 2x