Lyrics:

[Intro:]
M-Phazes, good gracious
Illy
(1, 2, 3, 4)
Yeah, let’s go

[Verse 1:]
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

[Hook:]
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

[Verse 2:]
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

[Hook:]
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

[Verse 3:]
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

[Hook:]
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