Rock Stars

And now it's time bring up the headliner of the evening

Very special, please welcome to the stage

Escape from New York, but I be on some Brooklyn bullshit

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

I deliver AIDS-infected needle acupuncture

Gangster and hustler murderer and kidnap a suspect

Rapper and dusthead, from Blood red to Crip blue

My shit's too 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 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 merkin' the President live on Channel 7

Coming through rocking

Wild like rock stars who smash guitars

Non-Phixion

Unadulterated

Emcee's

Coming through rocking

Wild like rock stars who smash guitars

Non-Phixion

Unadulterated

Emcee's

I be Brooklyn 'til, 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 cocked, 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 shit, in the streets, that's how it is

If I say rock star, I'm talking about rocking the mic

My shit's hot like the rock a fiend drop in a pipe

These cats is idiots, with raps so pussy they catch periods

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 videos with Kobe Tai dime bitches

Ill Bill rap crusader, chillin' in the black Navigator

Canarsie to Pennsylvania

Wild

Like

Rock stars

Who, who smash guitars

Coming through rocking

Wild like rock stars who smash guitars

Non-Phixion

Unadulterated

Emcee's

Break Mumia out, bang in 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 light in the wrist, Richard Simmons fro with a pick

Taking my record label hostage if they stoppin' my shit

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, 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

Coming through rocking

Wild like rock stars who smash guitars

Non-Phixion

Unadulterated

Emcee's

Coming through rocking

Wild like rock stars who smash guitars

Non-Phixion

Unadulterated

Emcee's