Plutonic Lab - Rock Star sh** lyrics

[Intro:] M-Phazes, good gracious Illy (1, 2, 3, 4) Yeah, let's go [Verse 1:] Yeah, live grenade when the drum is laid Machine gun [?], game by the ba** And, even by another name A wack rapper's still a wack rapper, same sh**, different day, man, nothing changed Let the snake slide to the last snake Like a hurricane, it's come correct or it's come again I took the hard road, when the rest wondered down lovers' lane It's how I take my tracks where the others [?] A dirty game and I did mine f** big lies, my words ain't to live off, they're to live by The hype'll f** you if you let it The hoods proved you ain't gotta slum it to make something poetic My life's a movie, still looking for the message Crossed fingers, happy ending come before the credits Baby, if it's banging, you can bet it's M-Phazes On the beat, and Illy trailblazing when we kicking this It's Crooked Eye with the wickedness So you ain't gotta guess who the sickest is, motherf**er [Hook:] This is rock star sh**, yeah baby, come with the hard sh** Turn it to a moshpit, do it like that (like that) Let ‘em know where the f** we're from M-Phazes, Illy Al on a song, now Rock star sh**, yeah baby, come with the hard sh** Turn it to a moshpit, do it like that (like that) Let ‘em know what the f** we're on Too strong to be stopped, too right to be wrong [Verse 2:] The Bon Scott of the bomb drop The key [?] to the Skryptcha, b**h get the picture This the product, the hard liquor mixed substance And sk**s too dope to fit in whizlahs, zigzags Or Tally Ho's, to all those rocking shabby flows Time to clean your act up, laddie, daddy's home They can compete but can't come close, nah They twist statue, posturing like an oath That old beaten rouge, sipping gla** of [?] With a [?] bag of stones, waiting to unload Some like [?] show me how your arm is [?] Take more than that to tarnish me [?] k** me with warmth, I invite you The cold shoulders only make me hold onto self-belief tighter So, if you're with me, grab your lighters Pump a fist for the music, living fast [?] sideways One sixty on the highway So, if you do the speed limit, get the f** out of my way [Hook:] This is rock star sh**, yeah baby, come with the hard sh** Turn it to a moshpit, do it like that (like that) Let ‘em know where the f** we're from M-Phazes, Illy Al on a song, now Rock star sh**, yeah baby, come with the hard sh** Turn it to a moshpit, do it like that (like that) Let ‘em know what the f** we're on Too strong to be stopped, too right to be wrong [Verse 3:] I'm living proof that the truth hurts And ain't a crew worth their salt that ain't know that this dude lurks I'm like “who's first to get the short views?" Think I'm tripping out (sh**) I'm still waiting ‘til the shrews work Spitting sharp angles [?] Cutting lies, stars [?] out of Andrew's guitar Want to leave my mark on people's hearts [?] John Lennon in west Central Park [?] jealousy [?] fall upon you Let it known, I ain't ever played the stonch, dude I ain't even want to My sk**s got me this far so it's them that gotta make me Love to the fans, [?] like my love to my fam Two hyptheticals and one in the hand So I take stock on what I got, eye on the haters ‘Cause Kurt Cobain showed it only take one shot We are off the charts, we can't be stopped Melbourne city stand up like what [Hook:] This is rock star sh**, yeah baby, come with the hard sh** Turn it to a moshpit, do it like that (like that) Let ‘em know where the f** we're from M-Phazes, Illy Al on a song, now Rock star sh**, yeah baby, come with the hard sh** Turn it to a moshpit, do it like that (like that) Let ‘em know what the f** we're on Too strong to be stopped, too right to be wrong