Rock Stars (feat. DJ Premier)

And now it's time to bring out the headliner for 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 6

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'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, murder brain, kidnap a suspect

Rapper and dust head from Blood red to Crip blue

My shit's too colorful, runnin' 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 an instant replay, live in the PJs, watchin' my uncle freebase

Analyzing the anguish on a fiend's face

I learned to love my trees laces, the way the PCP taste

The way it makes me see things, old school dice spot, bills and sheep skins

As I write this I'm rockin' Iceberg jeans and Timbs

Thinkin' 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 seven

Comin' through rockin'

Wild like rockstars who smash guitars

Non Phixion, unadulterated MCs

Comin' through rockin'

Wild like rockstars who smash guitars

Non Phixion, unadulterated MCs

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

Tank tops with kufis, groupies actin' loosely

Who be in the black drop with hit hat cocked, that cat back

Puffin' a stoge and spittin' snapshots

I'm tryna 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 rockstar I'm talkin' 'bout rockin' the mic

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

These cats 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 rockstars who smash guitars

Wild like rockstars who smash guitars

Unadulterated MCs

Break me 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 feelin' of Cris

You light in the wrist, Richard Simmons from with a pick

Takin' my record label hostage if they stoppin' my shit

I remember them cold nights and long lines for clubs

Now it's strictly VIP, free drinks and drugs

Pounds and hugs, gettin' 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 Throws Neck

Hold your drink up and make a toast to how the gods get

Comin' through rockin'

Wild like rockstars who smash guitars

Non Phixion, unadulterated MCs

Comin' through rockin'

Wild like rockstars who smash guitars

Non Phixion, unadulterated MCs