Rock Stars

"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 [bad word] I pull clips as fast as I dose chicks with ope [bad word] Call me Necor, set the coke surviving the sticks
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 to range rifles and cops
I'm spiteful, fake's get left shaking like Michael J. Fox
(Ill Bill)
i deliver aids infected accupuncture
Gangster and hustler murderer and kidnap a suspect
rapper and dustheadwith Blood red to Crip blue
My [bad word] s to colorful, running through with a hundred goons and maniacs
If a [bad word] like to suck [bad word]  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 angles on a fiend's face
I learn to love my trees lace, the way the PCP taste
The way it make me see things, old school dice spot bills and sheep skins
As I write, yes 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 merking the President live on Channel 7
[Chorus: 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's nice, late night at the corners we shooting dice
It's like, summertime in New York, jeans, shorts, tims, ??
Tanktops to roofies, groupies acting loosely
Who'll be, in a black drop, with his hat [bad word]  that can't block
Puff on the stove, get spit in snapshots
I'm trying to live, feed the kids, drive some whips, handle biz
Own a crib, do my [bad word]  in the streets, that's how it is
(Ill Bill)
If I say Rockstar, I'm talking about rocking the mic
My [bad word] s hot like the rock fiend dropping a pipe
These cats are idiots, with raps so [bad word] they catch period's
I'm serious, my life is like a drug experience
porno movie with no plot and I'm the only guy in it
Like Vivid video's with Kobe Tai dime [bad word] Ill Bill rap crusader, chilling in the black Navigator
Canarsie to Pennsylvania
"Wild..."
"Like..."
"Rock...Rockstars"
"Who...Who smash guitars"
Chorus 1x
(Goretex)
Break Mumia out, bang you with shells and heaters out
Blast off the terrorist, blow bombs and speakers out
Hookers and bricks, gutter cats, [bad word] 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 lighting the wrist, Richard Simmons fro with a pick
Taking my record label hostage if they stompin my [bad word] (Sabac Red)
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, be them Underground thugs
Stay street but got new found love, take a Continental, driver rental
Travel the globe, Non Phixion to 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] - 2x