Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock Star Shit, artist - Illy. Album song Long Story Short, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: illy
Song language: English
Rock Star Shit |
| Yeah, live grenade when the drum is laid |
| Machine gun, game by the bass |
| And, even by another name |
| A wack rapper’s still a wack rapper, same shit, different day, man, |
| nothing changed |
| Let the snake slide to the last snake |
| Like a hurricane, it’s come correct or it’s come again |
| I took the hard road, when the rest wondered down lovers' lane |
| It’s how I take my tracks where the others |
| A dirty game and I did mine |
| Fuck big lies, my words ain’t to live off, they’re to live by |
| The hype’ll fuck you if you let it |
| The hoods proved you ain’t gotta slum it to make something poetic |
| My life’s a movie, still looking for the message |
| Crossed fingers, happy ending come before the credits |
| Baby, if it’s banging, you can bet it’s M-Phazes |
| On the beat, and Illy trailblazing when we kicking this |
| It’s Crooked Eye with the wickedness |
| So you ain’t gotta guess who the sickest is, motherfucker |
| This is rock star shit, yeah baby, come with the hard shit |
| Turn it to a moshpit, do it like that (like that) |
| Let ‘em know where the fuck we’re from |
| M-Phazes, Illy Al on a song, now |
| Rock star shit, yeah baby, come with the hard shit |
| Turn it to a moshpit, do it like that (like that) |
| Let ‘em know what the fuck we’re on |
| Too strong to be stopped, too right to be wrong |
| The Bon Scott of the bomb drop |
| The key to the Skryptcha, bitch get the picture |
| This the product, the hard liquor mixed substance |
| And skills too dope to fit in whizlahs, zigzags |
| Or Tally Ho’s, to all those rocking shabby flows |
| Time to clean your act up, laddie, daddy’s home |
| They can compete but can’t come close, nah |
| They twist statue, posturing like an oath |
| That old beaten rouge, sipping glass of |
| With a bag of stones, waiting to unload |
| Some like show me how your arm is |
| Take more than that to tarnish me |
| Kill me with warmth, I invite you |
| The cold shoulders only make me hold onto self-belief tighter |
| So, if you’re with me, grab your lighters |
| Pump a fist for the music, living fast sideways |
| One sixty on the highway |
| So, if you do the speed limit, get the fuck out of my way |
| This is rock star shit, yeah baby, come with the hard shit |
| Turn it to a moshpit, do it like that (like that) |
| Let ‘em know where the fuck we’re from |
| M-Phazes, Illy Al on a song, now |
| Rock star shit, yeah baby, come with the hard shit |
| Turn it to a moshpit, do it like that (like that) |
| Let ‘em know what the fuck we’re on |
| Too strong to be stopped, too right to be wrong |
| I’m living proof that the truth hurts |
| And ain’t a crew worth their salt that ain’t know that this dude lurks |
| I’m like «who's first to get the short views?» |
| Think I’m tripping out (shit) I’m still waiting ‘til the shrews work |
| Spitting sharp angles |
| Cutting lies, stars out of Andrew’s guitar |
| Want to leave my mark on people’s hearts |
| John Lennon in west Central Park |
| jealousy fall upon you |
| Let it known, I ain’t ever played the stonch, dude |
| I ain’t even want to |
| My skills got me this far so it’s them that gotta make me |
| Love to the fans, like my love to my fam |
| Two hyptheticals and one in the hand |
| So I take stock on what I got, eye on the haters |
| ‘Cause Kurt Cobain showed it only take one shot |
| We are off the charts, we can’t be stopped |
| Melbourne city stand up like what |
| This is rock star shit, yeah baby, come with the hard shit |
| Turn it to a moshpit, do it like that (like that) |
| Let ‘em know where the fuck we’re from |
| M-Phazes, Illy Al on a song, now |
| Rock star shit, yeah baby, come with the hard shit |
| Turn it to a moshpit, do it like that (like that) |
| Let ‘em know what the fuck we’re on |
| Too strong to be stopped, too right to be wrong |