Non Phixion - Rock Stars (music video) 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 bullsh** I pull clips as fast as I dose chicks with dope tits Tommy Lee called, said the coke's arriving at six Got my name all in your mouth like you're 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 aims rifles at cops I'm spiteful, fakes get left shaking like Michael J. Fox (Ill Bill) I be like the AIDS infected needle acupuncture Gangster and hustler Murderer and kidnapper suspect Rapper and dust-head 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 PJs Watching my Uncle freebase an*lyzing the angles on a fiend's face I learn to love my trees laced The way the PCP tastes The way it make me see things Old school like spy bilks (?) and sheep skins As I write this 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 murkin' the President live on Channel 7 (Chorus: DJ Premier scratches) - repeat 2X "Coming through rocking" "Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" "Non-Phixion" "Unadulterated" "Emcees" (Sabac Red) I be Brooklyn till I die don't even question it twice My crew nice, late night at the corners we shoot dice It's like, summertime in New York, jeans, shorts, Tims, Nubuck Tanktops to koofies, groupies acting loosely Who be, in a black drop, with his hat co*ked, that cat 'Bac Puffin' a stog(ie), get spit in 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 Rockstar, I'm talking about rocking the mic My sh**'s hot like the rock fiend drop in a pipe These cats are 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 video's with Kobe Tai dye b**hes Ill Bill rap crusader, chilling in the black Navigator Canarsie to Pennsylvania (Chorus) "Wild..." "Like..." "Rock...Rockstars" "Who...Who smash guitars" "Coming through rocking" "Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" "Non-Phixion" "Unadulterated" "Emcees" (Goretex) Break with me you're out, bangin' with shells and heaters out Blast off the terrorist, blow bombs and speakers out Hookers and bricks, gunning 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, be them Underground thugs Who stayed street but got new found love Take a Continental, drive a rental, travel the globe Non Phixion 'till 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: DJ Premier scratches) - repeat 2X "Coming through rocking" "Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" "Non-Phixion" "Unadulterated" "Emcees"