Rock Star Shit - Illy

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