"And now it's time bring out the headliner for the evening..."
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"Very Special... Please welcome to the stage..."
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(Goretex)
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Escape from New York, but I be on some Brooklyn bullshit
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I pull clips as fast as I dose chicks with ope tits
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Call me Necor, set the coke surviving the sticks
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Got my name all in your mouth like your liable to brick
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Click me on the tube, chain swinging down to my shoes
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Light up the room, african boom, spark it and zoom
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Disciple of rock, the type to range rifles and cops
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I'm spiteful, fake's get left shaking like Michael J. Fox
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(Ill Bill)
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i deliver aids infected accupuncture
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Gangster and hustler murderer and kidnap a suspect
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rapper and dustheadwith Blood red to Crip blue
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My shit's to colorful, running through with a hundred goons and maniacs
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If a bitch like to suck dick, she a brainiac
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Bust up in they mouth piece, see how they react, take it back
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Like a instant replay, live in the PJ's, watching my Uncle freebase
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Analyzing the angles on a fiend's face
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I learn to love my trees lace, the way the PCP taste
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The way it make me see things, old school dice spot bills and sheep skins
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As I write, yes I'm rocking Iceberg jeans and Tims
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Thinking where I'm going be in 2007
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Either a house in the Hamptons or a house in Heaven
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I be chillin on the beach in the South of Venice
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Or merking the President live on Channel 7
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[Chorus: DJ Premier scratches] - repeat 2X
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"Coming through rocking"
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"Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" (Inspectah Deck)
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"Non-Phixion"
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"Unadulterated"
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"Emcee's"
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(Sabac Red)
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I be Brooklyn till I die don't even question it twice
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My crew's nice, late night at the corners we shooting dice
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It's like, summertime in New York, jeans, shorts, tims, ??
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Tanktops to roofies, groupies acting loosely
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Who'll be, in a black drop, with his hat cocked, that can't block
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Puff on the stove, get spit in snapshots
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I'm trying to live, feed the kids, drive some whips, handle biz
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Own a crib, do my shit, in the streets, that's how it is
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(Ill Bill)
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If I say Rockstar, I'm talking about rocking the mic
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My shit's hot like the rock fiend dropping a pipe
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These cats are idiots, with raps so pussy they catch period's
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I'm serious, my life is like a drug experience
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A porno movie with no plot and I'm the only guy in it
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Like Vivid video's with Kobe Tai dime bitches
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Ill Bill rap crusader, chilling in the black Navigator
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Canarsie to Pennsylvania
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"Wild..."
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"Like..."
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"Rock...Rockstars"
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"Who...Who smash guitars"
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Chorus 1x
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(Goretex)
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Break Mumia out, bang you with shells and heaters out
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Blast off the terrorist, blow bombs and speakers out
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Hookers and bricks, gutter cats, bitches and pimps
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Cripples and Gimps, ex-cons, pushers and tricks
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Street poet, speak the essence, what's realer than this
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Up in the club smoked out coke, the feeling of Cris
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You lighting the wrist, Richard Simmons fro with a pick
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Taking my record label hostage if they stompin my shit
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(Sabac Red)
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I remember them cold nights and long lines for clubs
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Now it's strictly V.I.P., free drinks and drugs
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Pounds and hugs, getting back rubs, be them Underground thugs
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Stay street but got new found love, take a Continental, driver rental
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Travel the globe, Non Phixion to the end worldwide we rock shows
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Explode from out the projects, Glenwood to Drysneck
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Hold your drink up, and make a toast to how the gods get
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[Chorus] - 2x
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Rock Stars
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Non Phixion |