Rock Stars Lyrics - The Future Is Now - Non Phixion

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 ope tits 

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 

I deliver aids infected acupuncture 

Gangster and hustler murderer and kidnap a suspect 

Wrap her in [unverified] with blood red to crip blue 

My shit's to 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 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 

Coming through rocking 

Wild like rock stars, who smash guitars 

(Inspectah Deck) 

Non Phixion, unadulterated, emcee's 

Coming through rocking 

Wild like rock stars, who smash guitars 

(Inspectah Deck) 

Non Phixion, unadulterated, emcee's 

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 cocked 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 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 fiend dropping a pipe 

These cats are idiots, with raps so pussy they catch period's 

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 video's with Kobe Tai dime, bitches 

Ill Bill rap crusader, chilling in the black Navigator 

Canarsie to Pennsylvania 

Wild like rock, rock stars, who, who smash guitars 

Coming through rocking 

Wild like rock stars, who smash guitars 

(Inspectah Deck) 

Non Phixion, unadulterated, emcee's 

Break Mumia out, bang you 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 lighting the wrist, Richard Simmons fro with a pick 

Taking my record label hostage if they stompin' 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 

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 

Coming through rocking 

Wild like rock stars, who smash guitars 

(Inspectah Deck) 

Non-Phixion, unadulterated, emcee's 

Coming through rocking 

Wild like rock stars, who smash guitars 

(Inspectah Deck) 

Non-Phixion, unadulterated, emcee's