Non Phixion - Rock Stars lyrics

"And now it's time 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 tit's
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 accupuncture
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 merking the President live on Channel 7

"Coming through rocking"
"Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars"
(Inspectah Deck) "Non-Phixion"
"Unadulterated" "Emcee's"

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
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
Chilling in the black Navigator
Canarsie to Pennsylvania

"Wild" "Like"
"Rock rockstars" "Who who smash guitars"

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 VIP, 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 Necku
Hold your drink up
And make a toast to how the gods get