Raekwon, Stone Mecca, Thea Van Seijen, Inspectah Deck, GZA - Rockstars lyrics

Aiyo, Rockstars
Bases and capers flying through cases
With placed bread, lead
Blowing through domes, scalped faces
Moving through towns, skama lit
Nations bend stations
Dope fiend Asians, smoke cream vanquishes
The town is thirsty for work, blood hurting
Flash the curtain, open, I'm scoping
Hutch and his team
Clutching Dutches Backwoods, other
Shit's working, not perfect
Flipping discussions, cussing all
Froze with slush, kid
Lacer had the drop, pass the Glock
Woosie uzi the car hard bluesy with the
Pay me mean 'Bach
Cream shot, clean slot, one in his dome
Four shock
He partially zoned, his dome fell on the rock
His face dazzle, niggas baffle
Son, hit the floor, he traveled
Yo, to a new land, I cracked his cerebellum
Wide open, open the crowd up, he fouled up
Black laid in the hall
For like forty-five to an hour, soaking

Sound of the smoking barrel
Live like them older stars
Scrooge like a Christmas Carol
Stemmed from a bloody love
Shot through the old apparel
No police to respond
Dropped off the Verrazano
Washed up On Golden Pond
Just like a Shakespeare novel
More problems to dissolve
If this is destiny
That's how this world revolves

Aiyo, it's real, better pop your steel
Cop those wheels, shop those deals
Full time with the grind for a meal
Stay down low like O'Neal
Rain, hail, snow or shine
Put time on the field
Police ride on my heels
Still big time, big dime, how you feel
I rhyme but the nine stay peel
I, zone on roam
Floss with the chrome on chrome
Host on the corner store
SINY on my own, it gets foul
But I call it home
Live red bone give me dome
Champagne toast to Tone
Roll a bone, a homegrown with Capone
Cause more rips to the o-zone
Wanna ride with a nigga then hold on

The place was very smokey and cloudy
The full lousy music was emotional
People vibes was laid back and far from rowdy
She sit at the bar, holding a glass
Sipping on a drink
Tears flowing like water from a sink
Her eyes never blink
Her cigarette was burnt to the butt
Her wrist was wearing a cut
Her facial expression was saying "now what"
Another drink was made
Each and every time the bass was played
Bartender telling her to go
But then she only stayed
Riding on the borderline, between homicidal
Suicidal just hours from the headlines
The story with the grim title
She questioned her reason for being here
But even with four kids at home alone
It still remains unclear
Opens up a bottle of prescribed
Drugs and grabs a mug
Down, every one of those pills
Since she was feeling bugged
Kinda weak, she stumbled from her seat
But she will never return
I guess it must of been a, lesson to learn

Sound of the smoking barrel
Live like them older stars
Scrooge like a Christmas Carol
Stemmed from a bloody love
Shot through the old apparel
No police to respond
Dropped off the Verrazano
Washed up On Golden Pond
Just like a Shakespeare novel
More problems to dissolve
If this is destiny
That's how this world revolves