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Baby Blue[Intro: Action Bronson]
Heartbreak drowned sorrows in a large steak

[Chorus: Action Bronson]
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
Baby girl, I'm blue

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Because you treat me like shit
I paid for the bed and never even slept in it
I paid for that crib I never stepped foot in
And now somebody else is eating all the pudding
Things change, now my dashboard wooden
All black Benz, like a young Doc Gooden
Dark shades, 'cause I'm stone crazy
Girl, we grown, stop playin' on my phone, baby
All your childish attempts to make me angry fall short
Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing
Understandable, I'm shinin' brilliant with five Brazilians
There were times I used to hide my feelings
Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini
And motherfuckers can't see me
Wait 'til this chick see me on TV, I make the shit look easy
Who would've thought I hit you right back?
[Chorus: Action Bronson]
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
Baby girl, I'm blue

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
So many women wanna call me 'baby'
And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately
Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and, uh
Others would hate, but I don't give 'em no breath
Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef and, uh
That's me, and you could order whatever
The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce
You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is next
And I understand that's only 'cause I'm popular
I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera
As Bocelli sings, the celly rings, I gotta go
You'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king
I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is
I know the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous
Still, I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish

[Chorus: Action Bronson]
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
Baby girl, I'm blue
[Verse 3: Chance The Rapper]
I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue
From a razor in a paper cup
I hope every soda you drink already shaken up
I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun
I hope your titties all saggy in your early twenties
I hope there's always snow in your driveway
I hope you never get off Fridays
And you work at a Friday's that's always busy on Fridays
I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket
I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen
I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck
And your headphones short, and your charger don't work
And you spill shit on your shirt
I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your face
Cut my losses, how Delilah changed my locks to a fade
I hope you happy, I hope you happy
I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I hope you happy (Igh!)

[Chorus: Action Bronson]
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
Baby girl, I'm blue

[Outro: Chance The Rapper & Zane Lowe]
La, la la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
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Actin’ Crazy[Produced By: Noah "40" Shebib & Omen]

[Intro]
Yeah, uh, opportunity be knockin', let a motherfucker in

[Hook]
Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a motherfucker in
I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her
You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Ma, you know I'm still your little baby

[Verse 1]
All my life I was a fuck-up, now I pull the truck up
Same bitch stuck up, now she wanna suck us
See me hangin' out the window, screamin', "What, what?!"
No more tough luck, a different cloth is what I'm cut from
Baby, oh, my lord
The cops chasin' Bronson in an all-white Ford
Shit, I'm on that all-night tour
Bitch, I'm alright, but I'm off that raw
I'm in a robe dancin' salsa on the top floor
You would swear I'm Puerto Rican, but I'm not, lord
Hot hoes every city that we go, singin'
"Heads high, kill 'em with it now!"
Uh, all I do is eat oysters
And speak six languages in three voices
It's Adriatic Summers on a sail boat
Don't even try to call, I'm not available for nothin'
Unless it's stupid paper, hop out the Studebaker
With Anita Baker, uh
[Hook]
Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a motherfucker in
I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her
You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Ma, you know I'm still your little baby

[Verse 2]
Uh, I feel so alive, I think I shit myself
I should kiss myself
I'm starin' at the man inside the mirror
The reflection shows a wolf though (AOOOH!)
Goddamn, I'm still cute, ho (Yeah)
All my women play the flute
Saw me plate some melon and prosciutt'
Left handed, make the Fender cry
Count money with a reverend's smile, the Devil's eye
Half-Cherokee and Gemini, uh
Motherfuckers'll dump heat, from Jump Street
And turn your chest plate to lunch meat
I'm in a Humvee, lookin' like a young me
Now these motherfuckers all wanna be chubby
I switch the season, now the hair's curled
Tan skin, I need a bad girl
Cause James Brown said, "It's A Man's World"
In a Transam' Twirl, the burner handle made of pearl
That's just "Daddy's Little Girl"
[Hook]
Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a motherfucker in
I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her
You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
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Easy Rider[Produced By: Party Supplies]
[Verse 1]
Praise the lord, I was born to drive boat
Feeling like Slash in front of the chapel
I'm leaned back with the Les Paul
Shit I smoke is like cholesterol
Spilled dressin' on the vest at the festival
The best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beck and call
Best believe that there was neck involved
Fucked around and almost wrecked the Saab
Uh, we took acid for ten days straight up in the mountains
Started running with the stallions
Playing frisbee in the West Indies, did the tango with my kidneys
Eyes open, now I know just who my kids need
Rockin' very loose pants, yeah
Rockin' very loose pants, yeah
Buried a million in the sand, by the clock tower
Before I die, take a hot shower

[Hook 1]
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset

Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
[Verse 2]
By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz
With her man, the one that swings a hockey stick
I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious
Shit, I might cop a chest and a dresser
A little machine to make espresso
I heard your bitch still wears Ecko
Hide drugs behind the box of De Cecco
Live from the Expo, it's me
I wear the wolf in the winter, steer the coupe from the center
Who gives a fuck, I'm a sinner
I had dreams of fuckin' Keri Hilson in my Duncans
Woke up naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal's cousin
Bite the eel by the dozen (Got to take it for the team)
Bite the eel by the dozen

[Verse 3]
Pump the bass in the trunk, shit rattled like a baby hand
Except this toy cost 80 grand
And I'm crazy tan, from all the places that I've been
Just from writing words with a pen
Tell the pilot "Land the plane," on Roosevelt and Main
Put a jacuzzi on the seven train
And lay John Coltrane play with that cocaine face
I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste
The brass band was seven pieces, my bitch's name is Peaches
We got twin MAC-11s with the features
Shit you barely got sneaker money
So much dick in their mouths, that's why these motherfuckers speaking funny
You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya
(I can't hear ya)
You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya
[Verse 4]
The Magic Johnson of the game
These lames don't want to play with me
Smile on your face, but I really know you hatin' me
I know you mad, cause I'm sick, and it's plain to see
It's me

[Hook 2]
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset

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Bird On A WireLa musica de Harry Fraud

Smoke something, biatch!

[Hook: Action Bronson]
Blow a kiss to my dick, wash my body with the sponge
Feed me Fla-vor-ices, put the chronic in my lungs
Tailor me a leather suit, on some Jodeci shit
Bi-coastal man, we both will be rich

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Leave the party with your daughter (little Debra)
In the morning do karate in the water
Hear sounds of samurais
Rockin shorts in the winter don’t fuck with splinters (rats)
Roll with sinners — A bunch of winners, catered lunch and dinners
Why my drug jar look so empty?
Drop a hook and then I’ll probably cop an M3
Long knife ('chete), that’s in the event
Somebody try to get me then to Heaven they’ll be sent
Oh, off the strength, caviar and Porsche taste
All the beans are gettin' Boston baked
On thin ice, I skate across the lake
With the CCM tacks, my feet are like Cassius
Smoke premium cabbage
[Hook: Action Bronson]
Blow a kiss to my dick, wash my body with the sponge
Feed me Fla-vor-ices, put the chronic in my lungs
Tailor me a leather suit, on some Jodeci shit
Bi-coastal man, we both will be rich

[Verse 2: Ft. Riff Raff]
Yo we 80,000 shopping malls but we ain't browsin'
Poppin' hood in Transco Towers
Prowler prowling Gucci towels and bathroom vials
Nouns, owls, Aston Martins
Sparkin' one in valet parkin', loan sharkin'
Hopin' that my days-don’t-get-darkened
Cheetah skin outside the parka
Propaganda propels us – ostrich feathers
Security guards with 9 berettas, pullin' up Volkswagen jettas
Causin' storms in sunny weather, in sunny whether, in sunny weather
Hopin' that my days get, hopin', hopin' days get, days get betterEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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9-24-11[Intro]
Smoking fucking thanksgiving turkey bags man
Surgical procedures
Ben Johnson
You already know

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Sign my name with the feather, tap dance under the full moon
Smoke and drinking liquor for the fam that left us too soon
Just keep it truckin', searching all the nooks and crannies
No english muffin, streets are filled with crooks and trannies
Bam bam got a shooter like Lagassee
Emerald green paper that I split up with my posse
One hand driving, 3 gram smoking
2 fiend sucking, tea bag soaking
Strength of a retard the drugs are even stronger
Shorty loved the longitude, dealer bring a quarter through
Over fishing make the snapper less affordable
I hate when stupid bitches ask me questions that's rhetorical
Like "do you want to have sex?", well bitch, it's obvious
Her name was Jeta from the former Yugoslavia
She grew a bush like a baby plant
Still I ate it, just think of it as bucatin' and razor clams
Smuggle cheeses in a baby bag
And then I serve at a private tasting
I got no time for wasting
Just dick is placed in the slit no type of conversation
And prime rib from LaFrieda carved at the blablablabla
Fuck, fucked my last word up cause I don't give a shit man
I meant to say prime rib carved at the fucking carving station but yo
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Yo my mind is locked up, my conscious rocked up
In an alley with a fiend getting his cock sucked
Plus she wearing a wedding dress a special day
She said she finally met a… Fuck
Yo, my mind is locked up, my conscious rocked up
In an alley with a fiend getting his cock sucked
And she wearing a wedding dress, a special day
She said she finally met a man to take her breath away
Well naturally I'm jealous, because I'm lonely
At times my only friends in life are drugs and the cannoli
My dad was right I shoulda listened when he told me
A walking contradiction wounds inflicted on me solely
Pain within running deeper than the ocean floor
Ocean-Bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh yo
Pain within running deeper than the ocean floor
Ocean avenue, the family straight from Kosovo
That was years ago mum look how your son has bloomed
I hum a tune and then I'm hotter than the sun in June
And I'm just living my life but feel I'm drifting
Demons on the doorstep, lungs that feel constricted
Or maybe I should see a shrink and get prescripted
Or take the hand of God but shit I think i'll keep my distance
I think I'm frightened and I didn't even know it
But yo, that was a thought and I'm subconsciously a poet
It's perfect timing and I hope that I don't blow it
I pop the bottle of the moet, yo here's to me
[Bridge: Big Body Bes]

[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
Late nights I'm trying to stay up out of the orange skips
Great white sharks, the .38 with tarnished tip
27 years I never met an honest bitch
Slice their faces like Kitana and shit
Through my nasal blow the smoke
Basil on the boat
Hookers on the half shell, hundred dollar pants
Wind breaker jacket flapping like a falcon from a westward wind
Play the kitchen like a mexican, next of kin
Patrick Swayze… We out!

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Strictly 4 My Jeeps[Intro (Action Bronson & Big Body Bes)]
Better slow down baby
I’m out here wildin'
Better slow down baby
Shit is crazy

[Chorus]
You need to slow down baby
My whole team cash and load out baby
I’m a hero in my home town, baby
Stop talking, just go down, baby

[Verse 1]
Shit on my chest, shoot colors like a care bear
All year see me tan, hopping out the van
You wasn’t there, now you tryna show face
Fuck around, be a cold case
Chrome skates on an old day
Remote control chains, promote dough for the veins
Poke chicks, hoes with vogue legs
Eat steaks off a gold plate, stoned, listening to Coldplay

[Chorus]
You need to slow down baby
My whole team cash and load out baby
I’m a hero in my home town, baby
Stop talking, just go down, baby
[Verse 2]
Long knife by the spinal, built like a rhino
Push the 635 to the finals
Pearl white like what you sniffin’ in your sinus
The finest vaginas demolished by my dick
One year from Queens to the top
Cream of the crop, serve a fiend out my sock
Five minutes till they lean like the drop
Now they spinning through the furnace like the scene from The Rock
Hide spinach like a doomsday prepper
Every Sunday in my Tuesday leather
Now my beard look like Uday and Qusay
Play the pool on a cool day

[Chorus]
You need to slow down baby
My whole team cash and load out baby
I’m a hero in my home town, baby
Stop talking, just go down, baby

[Verse 3]
A lot of people with their hands out now
Got these motherfuckers mad ‘cause I’mma stand out now
You never let the hammer off, you got the soft hands
I hear you singing for the boss man, dog
I’m from a lost land, spill coke on the heater
Drop a little sauce on the beater
Zero to 60 in a Porsche like a cheetah
New York, I'm like Jeter, light Caesar
No hypebeaster, rock a nice sneaker
You get drugs for a good price
My price cheaper, guaranteed
My trunk snapping like a tambourine
Bodying these pussies with a camera team
Uh! You better slow down, baby
Uh! You better slow down, baby
Uh! You better slow down, baby
You better slow down, baby

[Chorus]
You need to slow down baby
My whole team cash and load out baby
I’m a hero in my home town, baby
Stop talking, just go down, baby

[Outro]
You need to slow down baby
I'm a hero in my home town, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Terry[Produced by: The Alchemist]
[Intro]
Don't hurt me again
Uh, don't hurt me again
Don't hurt me again
Don't hurt me again
Don't hurt me again, baby
Nah

[Verse]
What up, love? I need a hug cause drugs be takin' over
Shorty couldn't take it no more, she went loca
No stranger to a rum and soda
I met the ho while she was slumped over
Shit, I've been good, though, I can't complain
I could probably cop a half a plane
Drinking juice just like Jack LaLanne now
I'mma strike it rich any day now
Uh, you know I gotta get a plate now
Virtuoso on a keyboard
I rep the eastern seaboard, jeez Lord
Please leave the Z3 keys before you leave
Don't sneeze on my shit, cause for shiz I'mma flip ya
Pedicured foot slide in the slipper
Tryna do the remix with Pitbull
Tell the pilot land at Schiphol
Play the violin with dimples
Life's ironic and it's simple
Smoke good, fuck, eat, drink
Drive nice car, wear all green mink
First time I whacked off was a Penthouse
Roses in the bath at the penthouse
Billy Joel at the garden
Should I get a skybox or an '89 IROC?
It's always poppin' at the IHOP
Choke a pussy with his tie knot, it's my block
Chuck Knoblauch, spicy coconut curry from the Thai spot
I'm in a hurry, dumb jewelry
The verdict read from a hung jury
The doctor said that I was hung early
Skull curly, Larry, and Moe, I'll marry a ho
Only if the bitch look like Mari' Monroe
Twisted off the Jenkem, watching Iron Chef
The secret ingredient was lion's neck
Royal Blue-Cyber Tech
I ride solo like a fighter jet
Hurt me again
[Hook]
No, don't hurt me again
Please, don't hurt me again
No, don't hurt me again
There's no hit records on a demo
There's no hit records on a demo
No, don't hurt me again
There's no hit records on a demo
There's no hit records on a demo
Catch me hoppin' out the limo
Catch me hoppin' out the limo

[Outro]
Smoke good, fuck, eat, drink
Drive nice car, wear all green mink
Uh, what you payin'?
Smoke good, fuck, eat, drink
Drive nice car, wear all green mink
Smoke good, fuck, eat, drink
Drive nice car, wear all green mink
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The Rockers[Intro: Action Bronson]
Bam Bam
La musica de Harry Fraud

[Hook: Action Bronson]
White leather to the knee, we in the tropics
Left hand is switching speeds
I'm in the cockpit
Straight from Flushing man, we known for using chopsticks
Problems getting dealt with, never pop shit
Hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
Know I hit you with that dropkick, Marty Jannetty

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Rock this Shawn Kemp, kamikaze
Burning cheese, Saganaki (opa)
Greek shit, whole team sick
Hoe bitches from Cleveland on my dick because I rap
Fuck it, make it clap
Throw the money in the air then pick it up
I'll take that back, bitch
Homie hold me down
Homie throw me phony pounds
The scent of dollars like some crispy garlic golden brown
Addicted but ain't nothing prescripted
Baby clams from Montauk, mix it up with the linguistics
Bitch I'm high
[Hook: Action Bronson]
White leather to the knee, we in the tropics
Left hand is switching speeds
I'm in the cockpit
Straight from Flushing man, we known for using chopsticks
Problems getting dealt with, never pop shit
Hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
Know I hit you with that dropkick, Marty Jannetty

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, know I hit you with that hot shit
Straight up off the block, roll up pot shit
Niggas just don't wanna go to school
Act like they are, but they not sick
Money all up in my pocket, putting diamonds in everything
See me out I look rich as fuck, clothes smelling like Mary Jane
Ride coastal been on every plane
Say these guys close, but these guys loco
When they see me they non-vocal
High as fuck I need bifocals
Kush got me moving slo-mo
Steak and eggs in my dojo
It's some Gs in there
Need some weed? I'm there
All these cars I own, ain't no keys in there
Tapping young niggas out, rolling weed out an ounce
Now I got a bigger crib
Repping what I live about
My hair long, my weed strong, so they staring
My weed strong, my money long, I ain't caring
[Hook: Action Bronson]
White leather to the knee, we in the tropics
Left hand is switching speeds
I'm in the cockpit
Straight from Flushing man, we known for using chopsticks
Problems getting dealt with, never pop shit
Hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
Know I hit you with that dropkick, Marty JannettyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Consensual Rape[Intro]
Fucking drug shit
Do the drugs
Yeah
Yo

[Verse 1]
Straight from the depths of Queens.
Leave you sleeping on the mezzanine
Like you Lincoln, then switch into a desert scene
Often heard, but this motherfucker seldom seen
I'm throwing blows while you waiting for the bell to ring
Drug smoking
Raisins make the pasta sweet
Slumped over when the barrel and your posture meet
Stay lean like some motherfucking ostrich meat
You full of shit it's time to get a colonoscopy
Scissor kicks, dick suck from Miss Elizabeth
Lex Luger arms
4 in the morning in the dark with the computer on
Wasting my time, my thoughts are paced, untastable grace replaced in my mind
Born to shine like the eyes on a cat
Same cat fuck around, put the knife in your back
This is nothing, we live & let die and roam the land
And you bluffing
You lifted the cards and showed your hand pussy
[Verse 2]
Tailor-made rubber, Rubbermaid reliable
Never spill the soup
Rock a linen suit
Play the streets like the ball court
Spin & shoot
Strong as Popeye dipping in the spinach too

[Verse 3]
Take my nuts out your mouth
Let me breathe for a minute please
Your life is cheap like a hooker in the Philippines
About to be a huge star and I'm still in Queens
You're on the shelf like a figurine
Drugs infested my mind
But I'm destined to shine
Spit the shit to keep these motherfuckers pressing rewind
Thousands of pounds of pressure pressed on your spine
Live divine, free the mind, lead the blind, read the signs
Hands up like you stepping in the party
No you getting robbed, motherfucker, with the shotty
Said you pottyd
Make your body do an ollie
Then dig your shorty out cuz I geeked her up on molly
Have her eating dick, no need for seasoning
If seven dudes are in the room then she's pleasing them
Like a trooper. Hit her in the pooper. Throw her in the shower
Then I take her out to Lupa
I'm kinky, I'll hit it even if it's stinky
Put em in the shower, make the pussy brand new
Ran through. Give 'em money what I can't do
Stuff her lunchbox & burn her with the candle
[Verse 4]
UH!
Consensual Rape
Vinegar solutions
Animal abusing
Barrel revolutions
Don't get me pissed off, fuck around rip your tits off
Still getting head, even if my dick's soft
Rising quick, no Fleischman's
I'm in the endzone with one leg up, posing like Heisman
Throwing like Theismann, sway foot
With the Village Leader smoking a pipe with seven wise-men
I eat the biggest piece of chicken at the table
Let 'em know I'm hungry
Polo on the rugby
The forty-four long surely got a trusty home
Trying to live American Dreams...Dusty Rhodes

Yeah
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9.24.13[Action Bronson]
Uh
Waxy
Smoking that Barbara Walters wax
Same fucking outfit twenty days in a row I don’t give a shit

[Verse 1 - Action Bronson]
You only came around ‘cause you thought I had some money for you
You got it fucked up
That’s for the kids
And If there’s anything left I’ll cop a crib
And If there’s anything left after that I’ll cop a six
How you think I got the art displayed on the dinner plates?
First course was from the Finger Lakes
Last course cinnamon ginger cake
She gave me head during the Laker game
I got her tatted, trying to erase her name
No, I caught her cheating, her pussy didn’t feel the same
She was probably with one of the Broncos
Or LeBron so I blew her car up
Soon as she try to start it up, nah
I can’t talk about that though…
Your chance is thin like the moustache of Puerto Ricans
Shooting guns with my daughter on the weekend
Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd
Stashed under the sole of the sneaker *laughs
Fuck
Fuck man
Stashed under the sole of the sneaker
Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd
Uh
[Verse 2 - Action Bronson]
Told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat
Hit him with stacks
Showed him the gat like ‘you gonna miss the finger roll right’
Fuck
I Told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat
Showed him some stacks
Then showed him the gat like ‘you're gonna miss the finger roll right?’
Yes Mr. Baklava
Then I cartwheeled into a aqua car

[Action Bronson]
*trails into laughter
Shit!
Its too crazy right?
Yo
Its just fucking nuts
We just talking crazy at this point

[Verse 3 - Action Bronson]
I told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat
Showed him some stacks
Then showed him the gat like ‘you're gonna miss the finger roll right?’
Yes, Mr. Baklava
Then I cartwheeled into and aqua car
Now I’m, sliding
Ma, your boy has made it, no more
Crying
The facial reminiscent of a lion
Fuck around I’ll send you back to zion
And I ain't even trying
Swing the wood wheel like lumberjacks
I remember back when they wouldn’t spend a stack on my rap
Now they want to wipe my ass in the crack after I shat
And I just had corn beef hash
Ew…
[Verse 4 - Big Body Bes]
Yeah
It’s me
Motherfucking Big Body
I’m back for the fucking sequel, man
You know I had come and to spice this shit the fuck up
Mr. Fuckin Sazon himself
I’m over here fucking wiling
A lot of shit done motherfucking changed now
Motherfuckers done came up
Whole lot of different motherfucking moves are being made
You know what time it motherfucking is
So my lifestyle done changed a little bit
All types of shit
The motherfucking crib is renovated, man
All types of fly shit
I got the new fucking marble floor, man
That shit is imported
We just flew that shit in from Connecticut
Motherfuckers is out here spinning stupid shit
But you know me, man
Same motherfucking body
I’m out here wiling like I never changed man
This the same motherfucker you know me, man
’98, doing stick-ups with the screw-driver
It’s me man
The last car on the fucking A train man
I fucking live this shit
Done came up
Pockets was always swole
Sometimes a little low but I get them back up, man
Fill them up like the fucking gas tank
God, man
Psssht
Shout-outs to my fucking brother, man, Action Bronson, man
We out here, man
We motherfucking out here, man
Not enough to say, man
But a motherfucking few more things that’s what to say
Shit is fucking crazy, man
I’m out here smoking good, man
Fucking pocket, fucking stupid, fucking blunt pack with that up-town piff
Shouts to all my motherfucking Dominicans out there in the Heights
All of that, 172, 174
Wiling
You already know, man
Nah, I don’t even want a motherfucking ounce, B
Give me motherfucking 40 dimes
That’s how I want it
In a brown fucking bag
Yeah, tato Papi, that’s how we doing it, big fucking style, man
And I want that Chimi sauce dripping all over my fucking arm
That’s how I do it, man
Wipe it with the fucking hundred dollar bill
I’m out here wiling man
My name Big Fucking Body
Shouts to motherfucking Albania
Shouts to East New York
Shouts to Lindenwood
Shouts to motherfucking Flushing
Shouts to the motherfucking Bronx, man
All fucking day I’m out here wiling, man
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Pouches of Tuna[Produced By: John Sparkz & Party Supplies]

[Intro: Action Bronson]
Bronsolino, damn
Been on the honor roll, sculptures of my body out in Nagano
My shawty features like Madonna-
I ain't like that one
Yo, line for line
Straight up lambs on the arm, Giambi lenses
Ken Caminiti, Bosworth

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Been on the honor roll, sculptures of my body out in Nagano
My shawty features like Madonna, Lo designer
Bending these young Lola Fellanas over. Ace the test
Baste the breast with the juices
Under the influence of fly shit, I glide like Ovechkin
Disqus hoody, puff hibiscus, balance be the crispest
Baby girl, you're wylin if you sniff this
You gotta take a piss test, piss right through your fishnets
Robert Moses State Park, lamb in the sand
Blam blam a piggie try to put my fam in the can
Strictly cop and go's, until we laid in the Galapagos
Eating tacos, higher than a opera note
We never ride Civics, the Mont Blanc scripted lyrics
It's like avant garde to the critics
I throw you in that armbar with the quickness
Either you with me or bitch you on the shit list
[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
Bitch, please, picture me in Sicily
The hard bottoms gators is slippery
I just had an epiphany
And now I'm shittin' on your whole steez ridiculously
45. fire at ya attire, to break your armor up like fine china
Fly designer hoes diggin for gold like a 49er
I hit the diner, the Carolina
Pass the lighter to the passenger in the spyder
Vagina splash like apple cider
So fuck your little 2 cents blue benz bitches jump like Harold Miner
I'm in the recliner, we traced like eye liner
And I escape like MacGyver
Bank robbers, bang 38's to taste cobbler
And lay up with a case of vodka
Get cake and prosper
Ate steak and lobster to Frank Sinatra
Air you out, leave your face for pasta
Get laced and dip the jakes in the grey Boxster
Beige fox, 88 Clarks
Ladies identify gangsters' posture
I'm feeling like J Hoffa
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ShirazWe've been the best since I stepped in
Bring a hooker to the muthafuckin Jets Inn
In the sack, break her back like a Redskin
Need the dough like I'm trying to get the bread thin
Tree to make the head spin
Every season play the corner like I'm Revis
Light Caesar, heavy bearded like I'm Jesus
New York City, Queens borough be the backdrop
I bring it back to all the benches, need a blacktop
Big things, see me moving like a Sasquatch
Money, I'm in pursuit, cuchillo inside the boot
Bitches are on display, give brain inside the coupe
Shift gears, that's with the left
Which means I'm on the right, get paid
By any means, you hold it, say goodnight kid

Two fingers hold the potion when I'm smoking
Slow motion, snatch a snapper out the ocean
In my lungs go the drugs like the red chief
Red leaf lettuce blood money on the bench seat
12 courses laid up on the long table
Aged wine got me spinning like a dreidel
For fly women use a condom cause it's fatal
Hazel eyed bitched always blazing up the basil
The red razor cut the features in your facial
Creep in Corona, bumping Fernando Villalona
Puffing cheeba in the street by the chimi corner
Tu no ta pa mi, muthafuckas are sloppy
Captain of the rap, you talking to papi
Up in Niagara Falls, make your wifey suck a
Bag of balls, it's sick, just like a Magic cough
Same person on camera or when the muthafuckin' camera off
Hash straight from the desert, can knock
A camel off, Sheep straight out of school
Let the hammers off. Off the boat shit
Whole cliques roll thick, no shit
Piss drunk and they smoke sticks
Not a word of English but
They hold the four-fifths
FILA jumpsuit, sandals, the whole shit
Young kids walking around, got the Desi in hand
Going "Boom Shakalaka!" like it's NBA Jam
Never speak to fuzz
Tap out the reefer, show him how
To use his sneakers, cuz
Roasted peppers, sweet tomatoes, heirloom
We on the beach, fresh Ceviche
We in Cancun, fly girly curly
Hair is getting read through
We in the shower give me head: shampoo
Swimming trunk, shoe accentuate the ankle
Eyes blue, put the children's money in the Banco
Giuseppe Franco, take the cash and tango
I'm straight stoned -sly, thank you
Bye, peace, one, fuck youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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A Light in the Addict[Produced By: Party Supplies]

[Verse: Action Bronson]
Sittin' first class, feelin' like shit though
Starin' out the window with the mind of a schizo
Thinkin' if I jump, will I feel it when I hit the ground?
Fuck that, I want the crown off anybody head
I wouldn't care if everybody's dead
It's why I keep the pump shotty layin' in the bed
Have a fuckin' sleepover with my weapons
My Rambo knife is eatin' nuggets with my Smith & Wesson
Shit, I made this out of nothin'
Damn, these ladies love me out in London
Laurenivici served the granulated onion
My mind is locked in a contaminated dungeon
Dog, what the fuck is with your mother?
She got one leg longer than the other
One eye through the shutter
Made the transition from weed to butter, like spring to summer

[Hook: Action Bronson & Black Atlass]
I nearly lost my mind
All a motherfucker got is time, time, time
Time, time
I nearly lost my brain
Dealin' with this motherfuckin' pain, so bad
So bad, I'm so glad
I nearly lost my mind
All a motherfucker got is time, time, time
Time, time
I nearly lost my brain
Dealin' with this motherfuckin' pain, so bad
So bad, I'm so glad
I nearly lost my brain
Dealin' with this motherfuckin' pain, so bad
So bad, I'm so gladEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Contemporary Man[Intro: Action Bronson]
Get it together Justin, got to get it together fam
Let's go
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yeah, fuck the back talk
Save all that pussy shit for the cat walk
Now write your name 100 times on the blackboard
Just a white man excelling in a Black sport, like I'm Pistol Pete
You already know you a goner when I kiss your cheek
Lift your feet, like when your sister sweeps
Fine dining, drink water out the crystal creek
Straight from Queens rocking leathers like I'm Mr. Cheeks

[Interlude: Action Bronson]
Uhhhh, fly shit
Grown man shit
Do it one more time, fuck it
I'm good to go
Alright

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Yo, I'm a wild freak, hit shorty where the child sleep
While her mother make soup with the cow feet
Shoulder pads and a leather, Beau Brummell
Hopping out the limo at the old Tunnel
Fuck sex on the beach, I want head in the streets
Spread bed on the feet
Lead on your cheek, the cadillac from 73
Aqua marine with a popular fiend, uhh
Big Bird, Farrington alumnus
Mouth like a pussy, she gum dick
[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
You see me in the green velour, facial conquistador
Then I order up a feast for four
If you see me in a leather, know it's reaching the floor
Linen flapping in the wind cause of the breezy shore, yeah
Spinal tap, you spitting gynecology rap
Eat your pussy with a plastic bag, covering that
Brothers will clap leave you hovered or jacked
If there's chicken in the building, know I'm smothering that
This tool I got will loosen up your stool a lot
Near the pee pee will make you poo-poo a lot
In the Z3 bumping U2

[Interlude: Big Body Bes]
Yo, this Big motherfucking Body, bitch

[Verse 4: Action Bronson]
Ginger ale laying in a Knicks cup
Pay thirty dollars for a dick suck
Pay a hundred dollars for the joints I rolled
Oyster bowls chilling in the cloisters
I love Black girls boisterous
Shorty's on the arm like a koi fish
On a herby white dude with the yellow fever
Yellow sneakers, see through yellow beeper
[Sample: Charlie Sheen]
Banging seven gram rocks and finishing them
Because that’s how I roll, I have one speed, I have one gear

[Interlude: Action Bronson]
Yeah, uh-huh
Feel the beat…

[Hook]
When our eyes first met, was like the fourth day in July
When you kissed my lips, I knew one day you'd be mine

[Verse 5: Action Bronson]
Watch my shorty take a shower, I want the good loving
Six ducks in a wood burning oven
Georgia Southern, her alma mater
She raised out in Queens, but moved out to Colorado
Looney Tunes, Taz on the shirt
Fuck swag, got pizzazz
Two jags, Cincinnati Zubaz
Du rag, Bay Terrace pool pass
Talked to Skip, schooled me on the ponies
Next year catch me posing at the Tonys
Folding paper wilding at the OTB
Grow the money like a Cocha tree
[Verse 6: Action Bronson]
American flags hang on walls that hide money
Put my arm through the Picasso
Kept a fortress, crib got the Tex-Mex motif, wolves howling
Two stallions pull the buggy, Clydesdale
Crack the Bud, guzzle, humidors
Uncle Moozy with the Mitsubishi
Uncle Jimmy with the funny money flossing out in AC
Randy Quaid with the turtleneck
Erma with the jungle juice, man feet
Beamer, tan seats
Smack the taco out your mouth, green couchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Rolling Thunder[Intro]
Aw man, smoking in that rocking chair, uh

[Verse 1]
My past life I was a Rabbi, now I live the fast life
Drugs on standby in the circle by the campfire
Telling stories of yesteryear
Pull out the pocket mirror just to check my hair
Hit it with the comb again
The rap Dennis the Menace with Dennis Rodman's in Venice, inventive
She took a bump and started dancing like Elaine Benes
The big chain sway like I’m playing tennis
One man team, about to win the pennant
Now you can tell by my pendant that I’m protected
Direct descendent in the blue and orange Lexus watching ‘Se7en'
Land in Dublin
Pull me in the room and ask if its resin
I said no, they sent me on my way with blessings

[Verse 2]
I trained a dolphin to let the slammer off like Dolph Lundgren
That’s if your mouth running, you’ll get your couch sunked in
I’m rare like a fucking Asian playing hockey
My ocean view is due to Papi
Bitches call me Rodney
Bought my bitch a present hope I don’t spoil it
‘What is it baby?’
Face to face toilets
Toyota with the spoiler Ace of Base boiling
I play ball like Billy Hoyle
Now I need a Sidney Dean to help me start this brothel in the Philippines
I stay in Flushing like I’m Dillon Gee
You ain't gotta open the comic book to figure who the villain be
It’s me doing perfect dives in the Sicilian sea
You know I like my bitch with a Brazilian V
Bumping Bobby Brown
Cry when I’m not around
She always hold it down, pound under the seat
In that all white Jeep sleep, that’s if you wanna
I be schwitzing in the sauna
It's better than the piggies blitzing on the corner
Come in the crib every night, and I kiss my daughter
Same lips spit on the lawyer
*spitting noise
[Outro]
We out
It's me
Always foreverEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Alligator[Hook]
Baby my ride so clean, I ride so dirty
I'm about to buy an alligator for my birthday
My girl asking me, "Where you been?", don't worry
She said, "Baby I crashed the Benz", don't worry
I ride so clean, my ride so dirty
I'm about to buy a fucking Lion for my birthday
My girl asking me, "Where I been?" don't worry
She said, "Baby, I crashed the Benz", don't worry

[Verse 1]
Dropkicks out the drop-top 6
Don't make your fucking kid become a hostage, I got this
Stay in the water like the Loch Ness
Shirtless rocking a locket
Drugs in my pocket
It's all for a profit
Aim it and pop it, drive in a range in my boxers
Lay in the tropics, my girl pussy red like a lobster
Orgies at Hofstra
My bank account is like a Polish doctor
My heart is cold, I sing a soldiers opera
My drugs as strong as Arnold
They found her dead in the gold Impala
Hanging backwards out the chopper
The room smell like Nag Champa
Most my crew a bunch of armed robbers
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I rhyme sick like I play with shit
I've driven every flavored whip there is to get
Feel like I dip that cigarette in wet stuff
I should be on that Sped Ed bus, layin' on the bed with a red head slut
These mother fuckers praying that I don't make it
I'm on the balcony stoned and naked playing Sega
Prince of Albania
No money, nothing to say to ya
I push the limo to the stadium
Game 7, Knicks-Heat
Me and Spike had to switch seats
Cause he kept spilling Henny all on my bitch feet
Expensive bracelets where my forearms and my fists meet
Down in Mexico eating chilis

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
No emotions, lotions on the bed sheets
I saw her walking cause I'm stalking on the dead streets
Trying to purchase where the shoulders and the head meet
She had a tight pink dress, her pussy was a weapon
Said she was a daughter of a Reverend
Well, thank god I don't believe in heaven
Butt cheeks sculpted like a horse's hind
Shit man, I think that I just crossed the line
Annual abortion time
Yeah, she got the tat straight from West 4th
Hereditary cancer almost took her breast off
And over 6 months she said she had a chest cough
Well I'm not a doctor, but I know that's not a good sign
Matter of time 'til she placed and laced in a wood pine
For years she was the hood slime
Now no longer having a good time
Under earth, she burst into a sudden birth
Oh shit, the facial of my cousin Murph
Strange occurrences, alignment with the sun and earth, yeah
As baby turtles break the sand just to figure out the meaning
Instinctively they heading towards the water cause they need it
Forever cycles stay the same, they feel it like a fiend's wrist
Mustard straight from Russia that they brought in on a steam ship
My mustache like a Colonel
Take a haters facial and I treat it like a urinal
A bit disturbed, confessions in a journal
I'm sickened by my thoughts so it's tossed in the infernoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Through The Eyes of a G[Intro]
I think I got 15...bullshit, this is nothing. Look, my feet hurt, I need DOPE. What are we gonna do Sebastian, cause I got, I need piles of money. Forget this shit...but a hit of crack will do for now

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yeah...through the eyes of a G
Through the eyes of a G, see me in the all white Eclipse
A husband pay me 10 stacks to fuck his bitch
Hand up her ass like a Muppet baby, it's crazy
While she do a buck-eighty in a mustard Mercedes
I move the mustard from Russia to Haiti
Forty-fives will kiss your neck like the touch from a lady
Fuck with my lunch and then the pump leaves you under the daisies
You know your bitch is just another cocksucker with rabies
I'm signing autographs in Spanish, I live with Michael Jackson's anguish
Hop in the Vanquish and vanish off the manor in a strange manner
Aim the hammer at your dame's bladder, like it ain't matter
I smoke 'til I got down syndrome
Tan gators, brown linen
Multi-color money, seven different kinds of cheeses
My silhouette resembles Jesus in all seasons
Take a ginger shot, doing concentration curls with the cinderblocks
Doing squats, hope the ox don't drop out
Don't make me have to slap the fire out your pop's mouth

It's me...uh
Through the eyes of a G
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Yo
Through the eyes of a G
A-B, utilize what you and I use to see
To move forward
Cause I get bored with niggas talking 'bout
Who they used to be, what they used to do
My homie headed to court, not for a 2-on-2
Ironically, I'll have you know we do it for the sport
Or at least to keep a little gold in this uniform
I'm abnormal like a unicorn that you could get on
Cows jump over moons when my nouns and verbs move
Etiquette of a veteran, still getting checks
You get a F for your efforts, we never trade techs
I tried to keep the peace but now I gotta keep the piece
I speak in synchronistic frequency with triggers squeezing
And one day I'll drop to my knee and repent to Jesus
'Til then I'm humping my lust demons for no reason
Soul-o ho, from Del Amo to SoHo, ho

Yo, yo, check, "you do not know me, no, no, no
You do not know me but I know you-"
I had to, I had to do itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Brunch[Intro/Hook: *Frijid Pink sample* & Action Bronson]
{Know you broke my heart woman
When you said goodbye to me}
You say goodbye to me bitch, you better break north
Before you six south and I'll be sitting in that big house

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron
X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon
And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees
Or two skis, carving up the Alps is what this dude needs
I'm Rick the Model, Martel to cartel
Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells
No more child's play kid you with the big boys
Fuck an economy size, we want that big Royce
My family's sayin' that I rhyme with fury
Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases that'll bribe a jury
Grind the curry never shine the jewelry
Pussy like it 86 style, you know it's fine and furry
Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard
You ain't never in the limelight, undercard
Bronsolini in the sky, thunder rod
Commandante of this rap shit, young Mossad, killer

[Intro/Hook: *Frijid Pink sample* & Action Bronson]
{Know you broke my heart woman
When you said goodbye to me}
You say goodbye to me bitch, you better break north
Before you six south and I'll be sitting in that big house
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
The second stanza even deadly than the first
From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth
That's soon, road to a valley that feeds, civilization
I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from
My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade
Hilfiger sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade
First day class, the Agassis are black and white
My older cousin puffing pot bitch, pass the pipe
Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser
Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza
Or Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy
Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere
My team we work as a unit, nobody hog the ball up
Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up
Just a taste of the life like a September call up
Johnnie Walker in our tall cup, getting torn up
Listen, I'm steel fisted with the iron lung
Heavy metal ballads out the guitar where lions run
Praise the son that can stand on his own two
Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew

[Hook: *Frijid Pink sample*]
{Know you broke my heart woman
When you said goodbye to me}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Falconry[Produced by The Alchemist]

[Intro: Action Bronson]
Yo pass me the ball fool
You better fuckin' pick me, ya
Straight the fuck up, I roof this shit
Fuckin' 360 on this pussy
I don't give a fuck
I'll kick this motherfucking ball over the fence
No shoes on

[Verse 1 : Action Bronson]
I know you see me on the TV, lookin' like a hunk of beef
When I smile your baby mama shit her dungarees
Somebody get the kid a deal he sound like me
But nah, dunny don't get down like me
The falcon flies back to the glove when I whistle
Don't try to put me in the box like a tissue
Cause I push you in the box with a pink suit
Fuck around and have some squid ink soup, bitch
(Ah man there's so much fuckin' hash in this joint right now son)
Uh, you ain't a legend like Yanni
I'm so Queens like a Roy Wilkins T-shirt
With one arm shredded, and one arm missing
Dog, I was born with Allah's vision
I learned quick I couldn't follow suit
Cause the Devil put the pork inside the dollar soup
Now I'm sittin' in first class with a hard dick
Listenin' to German guitar riffs, what a life
I was made like the beginning of Jurassic Park
When they took the fucking blood from the mosquito with a dope needle
Then they shot it in a wild lion, 1983
I popped out holdin' an iron with a visor on
Yeah, uh huh
Yo, the videos are like a Jewish summer camp promo
Your ideas lack Adobo
[Verse 2 : Meyhem Lauren]
Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks
On the low like a whip without shocks
I bag bitches in flocks
Representative for everything official
Ya'll niggas can't live, so it's officially an issue
Waterproof penmanship, padded on a rugby
Hammer in the hamper 'case a nigga try to thug me
I'm a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival
Treat the last record I broke just like a rival
Uh, I'm New York before it turned into a bike lane
Never had a light fame, split the pipe cane
It was written but I wrote it
Put religion right on my neck and then I froze it
Laurenovitch, yeah

[Outro: Big Body Bes]
3:36 in the morning
Location: a drug infested area, Brooklyn, New York
What am I doing? Standing on an unidentified corner
With a Latin individual, corn rows, foamposites;
All sorts of a felony in his waist
But who are you? She only loves me when I'm nakedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Imported Goods[Action Bronson]
[coughs] Oh my god, this mothafuckin' sour is too good
I don’t even be fuckin' with that other shit
That shit hurts my throat man
I need that shit that tastes like fuckin', fuckin' soap
Joy, Ajax. Shit… ayo, this is what I be doin' on that…

[Verse 1]
Orlando Magic warm-up suits and black Shaqs
'95: younger Bronson on the fast track
To blast gat, now I'm looking past that
I want the cash stack higher than the NASDAQ
I put the work in, the downtime I'm cooking lamb
A thousand Dutches in the air like it's a reefer jam
Aretha jam, you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
Or risk the forest where the motherfucking rest your team be
Peking duck, and large liver, goose carver
Swiss Bally's, smoke cigar just like a new father
You know the motto, jacket to the knee
I can't help if I'm a fiend, I had to tap into the beat, Lord
Spark a seance, cause everybody lifted
I'm like the strainer with the fucking powder being sifted up
This is Queens Day, alleys where the fiends play
Yo cuff the Guess on the construction, take it easy

[Hook]
This for my people making sales until they back hurt
See the beast on the creep, they let the Mac squirt
Bitch on the backs, that do the dippies on the bikes, and
Loud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild Viking
My man who just came home, and some are going up
Fiends up in the alley, sippin Balley fucking throwing up
Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize
Always diving into thighs, blowing smoke into the skies
[Verse 2]
Bronsonelli the problem, we got the party reeking
Never see us starving, all my people hardly speaking
When it's time, though, we form into a single file
Spray the fucking ballcourt without hitting a single child
Hop in the Beamer, Pigeon popping the nina
Getting top in a steamer, scoping rock in a Tina
Hooker, that type of looker eat the pussy from the back
Take the children to the school, baking cookies, serving packs all day
Know the verbal, is Oscar-winning
You cop a squat to piss in, only focused on them rocks that glisten
Suppositories in the ass of you, the green Fila with a Horsey how this motherfucking bastard do
Bet the crib that you ain't fucking with this grown man
I'll E. Honda a thousand, slap you with the whole hand
Sex a dime, herbally, a blessed time
Check the rhyme motherfucker, better recognize

[Hook]
This for my people making sales until they back hurt
See the beast on the creep, they let the Mac squirt
Bitch on the backs, that do the dippies on the bikes, and
Loud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild Viking
My man who just came home, and some are going up
Fiends up in the alley, sippin Balley fucking throwing up
Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize
Always diving into thighs, blowing smoke into the skies
[Verse 3]
The eyes slanted from the origami, I roll a quarter of the water
Near the border, where you oughta find me
The Tamborine Man pumping while the Tyson burning
Air Tech Challenge, clay court, checks balance
Stay endorsing that weak shit, my team spit
That mean shit, like stepping in some fiend's shit
Now you sick to your stomach because you stunted
Word got fronted, another motherfucking jerk confronted
Post pattern, Lonnie threw the loaf at 'em
Flushing, motherfucker, keep a toast up by the gold Saturn
Little doulas on the block we tell 'em "go stab 'em"
Relieve him of his shoes, it's easier to toe tag 'em'
Carhartt sets and Horseys like the Preakness
Bronson love a freak bitch, dining on that Greek dish
That's the a-hole, all my people AWOL
Cash inside the case and now the judges want to play ball

[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Thug Love Story 2012[Verse 1]
She had the sweetest scent I ever smelt a woman have
Skin would glisten like reflections off the blueish Jag
She had a Jewish dad, and a Jamaican maid
Started hanging with strippers and dropping the zippers
And selling the pussy for paper to play
Crusty feet like she hiking for days and live in the mountains
At the park she piss in the fountain, shit on the Michigan towel
She quick to split up an owl
She loves some dick in her bowels
Dabble in crystal, polish the pistol, powder her sniffles with flour
Straight flieshman
In the private part of her pussy pocket
Randomly pussy farting
Sold at the hookers auction
Left as a crooked orphan
Wrapped in the sports section
Box score, fake black rubber cock in the top drawer, what

[Bridge]
Make this fucking bitch sit in vinegar
Apple cider baths
Sit in the vinegar
Bronsolino
PS
[Verse 2]
Yo, so many unfamiliar faces that have come and gone
You're a constant, fucked you in the school closet
We were young then, experimental periods
Laid a towel cause I fucked you on your period
Stole my mothers car crashed it by the Burger King
Young love, but we thought it was eternity
Raw sex – never thought about paternity
But now this cunt is trying to murder me
Abusing me physically and verbally
Said my dick was too small
I went and got the surgery, just to show it off
This ain't real shit, baby, I'm just going off
Clear the mind, fuck it, so I wrote a song
Night life, I'm destined for the bright lights
Knife fights at the bar with some white dykes
She hold me down, break a bottle on the bitch head
.25 out the pussy and it spits lead
We always end up in a situation
She throwing diapers out the window at me
Called the cops said I beat her face
Beat the case, now I shiver at a sweet embrace

[Riff 1]
I rap now, bitches sucking like a vacuum
On the bed, stay bent like a smack spoon
Bubble butt thicker than the double dutch
In the van, leave her tied up in bumblefuck
[Verse 3]
Cold, tired and I mean it
I thought we'd grow to old farts in Phoenix
Well now you see me 'lo scarves and a ski knit
But I've been here since the beginning, like a prefix
But I'mma to do what I gotta do
Trying to make this french dough like a Pâte à Choux
Over your head, after sex shorty hold me in bed
Smoking Ethiopian red
The son rose, a single teardrop fallopians bled
Nowadays you catch the hooker sniffing coke in the shed
It's a damn shame I'm just chilling eating lamb brain
I keep the weiner on display for the campaign

[Riff 2]
I'm just doing what I had to do
Tryna Drop me in the ground but I'm not going
To the top till I fall just like Owen
Heartbreak drowned sorrows in a large steak

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Larry Csonka[Intro]
Bronsolino
Fuck that sitting-down rap type shit, man
I stand up, cause I'm a motherfucking man
And I'm motherfucking hot

[Verse 1]
Peep it
I'm on the third floor, your class was in the basement
You know what that means; you got a hint of retardation
Well, me too, I'm fully-blown just like the flow, though
Spit the silky shit that's ankle-length like a kimono
Uh, sharp instruments to rock like a fossil
Shotty for the haters, that's trimmed off at the nostrils
Well, me and Docker eating dinner at the brothel
Never sniff that blanco, that's word to OJ's Bronco
Cop a Dutch and break it open, overfill it
I'm rollin' in the car, it may be shaky, never spill it, though
Cause when I rhyme, I feel possessed by El Espirito
Encounters of a Third Kind, X-Rays on the visual
Ginger ale and hot sauce, two things I live by
I'm such a chill guy, but fuck around and, yes, you will die
Green DeVille, right, green drugs, but hold the serum
Rub the things together, then you clear 'em, flatline
The prosciutto, olives from Tunisia
Drums are hittin' hard because they chopped up like a cleaver
And yes I'm smokin' all the reefer
The night creeper
I love the pussy really tight, that's with a light Caesar
Can it be that I'm the Golden Child, the chosen one
The piggies saying freeze, but every time they did I chose to run
Takin' that attachment on the nozzle like a soldier's gun
Hide behind the boulder, silver bullet through you shoulder, son
Crack the pepper over thin crust that's handmade
I'm stayin' strapped just like the Air Raid
Yo, take a taste of my nuts
Know they sweet just like the candy
Dick is the same color as Band-Aid, understand me?
I built this building, they came and then I conquered
Two hour flights to Heathrow up in the Concorde
Fermented grapes up in my glass that bear the same name
I'm working hard because that's what I need to maintain
Killer Queens is on the rise, so understand me
Ain't never stoppin' 'til there's a Grammy in a room for my family
Also known as a den
Post and toast with Lauren
Posing for pictures, kicking scriptures that form up a phlegm
[Interlude]
Uh, let me take a little break fam
I'm fucking straight out of surgery, man
I need a little break
When I come back in, I'mma come back in hard, though
I promise you that
(Look at my motherfucking shoulders, son)

[Verse 2]
Yo
I'm diving in like Louganis
I'm aiming right for that anus
Trying to give her a payment to rent the pussy like Avis
Peace to Shaevitz & Shaevitz
My rhymes are seasoned for flavor
Fuck with shorties that's in shape, they got the V like they're Vader
Ah ha, Animal Style, flippin' like a flipjack
You heard the cat rap, like animal's fear from a rat, got
Ankle length, that's suede, the jacket
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Do the Chatatimmy Shimmy like a crackhead
No one compare to me, lampin' with my tangerine
I'm fiend out, so I'm bangin' on the tambourine
Yo, bring the drugs and call me when you on the corner
And I'mma send the doja down in case they run up on ya
Your style is celibate, I'm elegant, trust
My style is liver and I'm ivory like a elephant tusk
Swirl the wine inside the glass that got the delicate musk
Shoe be pointy at the toe, closin' down the show
Poison be the flow, got the boysenberry blow
Finish on the women
That mean the bitch from Finland
Her tits are bonkers
Chilling in her chanclas
Rollers in her hair, I'm running through it, Larry Csonka
[Outro]
Bronsolino
You don't even know who fucking Larry Csonka is, man
Get the fuck off my wee-wee
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Amadu DiabloYeah
So give me that reason
I told you I loved you already, bitch, what the fuck?
Yeah

Shawl neck on the drunk lawyer
Coke shits in the toilet
Turkey sandwich in aluminium foil
The game been fixed
I don’t play that shit
I aim that shit
If she looking at another mother fucker than you leave that bitch
I don’t play that shit
Hear me
Left hand is steering
In a Amadu Diablo
Shit I got the urge to get a earring
Image in the rearview mirror like Timothy Leary
Don’t even come near me
I keep it thug with a gun near me
Your boy been eating on the run clearly
Clear the run-way
720’s on a one way
So much drugs, what would a nun say?
And its Sunday
Shit, I don’t really give a fuck
All I really want to do is see my people up
Up to no good again
She threw the condom told me put it in
I did, fuck
I nutted in like three strokes
Shit, now that’s no way to rep the East Coast
Every day I’m walking with my head up
Don’t let up ‘cause it’s a set-up
Like Albanian marriage go from Haiti to Paris
The bath was 90 degrees
Tapping Heinies with ease (shit,)
Bitch please I’m the bee’s knees
Shooting Deca-Durabolin three CC’s
Peep the landscape
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Steve Wynn[Refrain]
Jungle Rule - can't be no fool
Jungle Rule - can't be no fool
(I needed a little taste to that)

[Verse 1]
Twisting joints like a contortionist
Laid in the Porsche
My father driving
Days been sunny since I started rhyming
No denying me; I'm known to keep a fresh foot like podiatry
Nobody high as me
Green Timbs, in Vegas I'm like Steve Wynn
At the same time, fellatio from three twins
Those are triplets; I've been wilding since the Rabbi snipped it
Then they laughed, and ate brisket, fuck!
On my behalf, he had a meeting at the Neptune
Had little daddy hide the heater in the restroom
Guns drawn like my bath by my lady friend
Mesothelioma money: drop Mercedes-Benz
And I ain't never left, you know I'm still here
Spit the shit to bring a cripple out the wheelchair
Bite a bitch like George Whipple in the stair case
Long as she got big nipples and a tan face

[Refrain]
Jungle Rule - can't be no fool
(Yeah, you're in the concrete right now)
Devil is on the loose, no coop
[Verse 2]
Foul living like Sandusky and Paterno
I've been husky, motherfuckers couldn't touch me
'Lo rugby with an Asian model so ugly
Celebration 1987, no bubbly
Facially, I'm like a young John Kennedy
More obscenity; EBT in Genovese
Go to Ock, get 70 for 100
I want the 75 from Ocky but he fronted
Take the money, cop 5 dimes, 2 chicken sandwiches, 9 limes
For the Canada Dry; pose for the cameras by the banister, "Hi"
In the summer, rock the vest set – Salmon Kani
Flex the three-quarter cream Fi's
We some esteemed Gs; steamed red snapper – Vietnamese
Catch a case, get a Jewish lawyer, beat it with cheese
Fuck the beef cause it don't go together, read em and weep
It's very easy, make you disappear now, kid
Make your paper, but you need to stay grounded
Eyes wide like a chick that got the dick in the butt
We're out here, trying to get the money, baby, live it up

[Outro]
Talk about me if you please, but I must be Hercules
Hercules
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Twin Peugots[Intro: Action Bronson]
Am I rappin' or what?
I can't hear the headphones, yeah
Turn me up in the headphones
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, alright

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Jump tumble
Front flips off the roof like a stunt double
My shorty doing kegels for her cunt muscle
Keep her shaped up
The M3 all green fly like a strange duck
My dad was right when he said I was a deranged fuck
Now every meal is calamari and boudin blanc
Saddam Hussein guns
Held by nuns who do drugs
While beige hard bottoms slide on the new rug
Pinky up
The joint thicker than Pinky's butt
Just as stinky
Nick Van Exel with the handle, Helsinki
Eggs Rothko
The handmade suit cloth hang out the sports coat
Twenty three and a half feet on the sports boat
Brown vest made of suede on my torso
Close my eyes, inhale deep, sail free
Blind fury, hoppin' out the braille jeep
Serve me snails to eat
No ham and cheese
I'm tanning
The 540i, color salmon
Smoke a cannon
Push the seat back
Put your feet up
Roll my weed up
[Chorus: Action Bronson]
Why's it feel like my life is movin' fast, yo? (I don't know)
Get your own, don't worry about my cash flow (Bitch)
Need a chick to hide the hammer in her asshole
I need that first class dough (You understand me?)
Yeah, why's it feel like my life is movin' fast, yo? (I don't know)
Get your own, don't worry about my cash flow (That's right)
I need a chick to hide the hammer in her asshole
I need that first class dough

[Verse 2: Big Body Bes]
It's me, Big Body
Who the fuck else?
You gotta pardon my absence, man
I just came back off of vacay, man
Just spent the whole fucking weekend up in Orchard Beach
Livin' the fucking life
I was out there wildin'
Had your moms on the motherfuckin' boogie board
Doing all types of stunts
But now I'm back though, ain't shit changed
Just came back, check my motherfuckin' emails
Got more motherfuckin' deals on the table
Don't even know what the fuck to do now
Shit
(Okay) Oh my God (Okay)
You can still see me though
Out there on Fulton Street, three in the mornin'
Bench pressin' a fiend
Ain't shit changed, still loiterin'
[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Okay, okay
I'm relyin' on Viacom to keep my lights and fire on
Made a deal with Lucifer, said, "Give me the universe" (Every single planet)
It hurts kinda like losin' your first love
I saw the bright lights and started doin' the worst drugs (Woo)
Now, I'm backtrackin' and hash rappin' with Action
Throwin' hand grenades at paddywagons in passin'
Old fashioned soul grabber snortin' all the coke up
The type of shit to turn a World War into a Polka
Polo'd up, the double RL icon (Yup)
Steppin' out the limo, tuxedos made of python
Listenin' to Lionel Richie, fuckin' with the lights on (Ooh)
Rice on the table, have us goin' all night long (Again, and again, and again)
Rooftops, sippin' on some red wine
Start to realize I've been trippin', shit is just fine (Okay)
So, I read a passage out the Bible as I take a bath
Dry off, hit the Colosseum on Jamaica Ave (Yep)
'Bout to say, "Fuck it," and form a union
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Action Silverado[Intro]
That's right (sniff sniff)
Bam Bam in the mother fucking building
Queens, New York
Straight up
Drop that shit
It's me
I built this shit
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Let me begin baby, my name is Bronsoliño
All I see is C-notes, silk shirts at the casino
It's time to take those leather pants off, this ain't no dance off
I know your hands soft, you're on the menu like the lamb broth
This is a grown man's sport
And, dog, I leave a motherfucker laid out on the handball court
I never brag and boast, I'm fire out the dragon's nose
My words pronounced just like a camel toe
And every whip in the garage laced
Keep that thing in the guitar case, bait the cops into a car chase
Crash the mother fucking Jeep into the venue
You better pray to God it's straight to Heaven where they send you
Ah, why the fuck would I have a bodyguard
If I look just like the mother fucking bodyguard
Baby hair curls on my forehead, leave your whore dead
Hop out that four times, four door and draw lead
I'm underground and I need more bread
And I need more head from some bitches straight from Morehead
State your business cause I'm busy tanning naked
My joint is shaking while I'm wearing bracelets
Uh, your words are tasteless, your taste is basic
My taste in Asics will lead your fucking spaceship into Matrix
This place I made is quite spacious
And dog I'm not the one to fucking play with
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What About the Rest of Us?[Intro]
Action

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
05' pounds in the Laredo, they gotta get there today though
Ain’t no time for tryna lay low, bay bro
If you can’t do it all you gotta do is say no
I’ll take it from there, Ace is on Grand ready to work it
Displayed a smirk like Mr. Perfect
Under the bridge, behind the van, in the cab, I made the drop off
Thank science that nothing popped off, since I was young, had a lust for foreign vehicles and things
My father wore the ring when he pushed me in the swing
Plus he pushed that red thing, I wanted to be like him so bad
Wear the same shoes that he stepped in, of course I need paper
I want to ride the one-seater like speed racer
In the Jetta smoking a one sheet in the green acres
Listening to bullshit music, thinking how I’m gonna do this

[Chorus: Rico Love]
Uh, temptations real
Even though we feel we’ve been here before
Somebody help me
Lord have mercy
It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
Somebody wealthy
But what about the rest of us?
What about the rest of us?
Screaming, somebody help me
But what about the rest of us?
It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
Somebody wealthy
Turn the lights on
[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
I’m from a place called the jungle where the living is rough
It had me low for a while now I’m picking it up
Holding the spot straight sticking it ripping it up
I dropped 99 problems, switching and not giving a fuck
So what you what you want? Got your bitch nigga gripping her butt
Her and my dick, taking pics nigga flicking it up
My click is wassup get buck if you want?
You end up dumped chump, in the pond lake in a truck in New York
There’s no ducking me, the Bada$$ time, but no fuckery
Won’t find a chick who got a dime or take a single buck from me
These hoes be loving me, I keep it so G
Respecting where I be nigga check your OG
My rap flow, imperial fad flows
Well here it go my, visions is linear when I’m ripping the video
It’s a lyrical miracle when I enter your stereo
The rarest breeds, sick like venereal diseases

[Chorus: Rico Love]
Uh, temptations real
Even though we feel we’ve been here before
Somebody help me
Lord have mercy
It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
Somebody wealthy
But what about the rest of us?
What about the rest of us?
Screaming, somebody help me
But what about the rest of us?
It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
Somebody wealthy
Turn the lights on
[Bridge: Rico Love]
Dying for nothing
Killing to live, fighting for something
Too bad we don’t know what it is
What you think all of this cash for?
Trying to put stamps on my passport
Man I’m just scheming on new hoes
I already forgot about my last broad

[Chorus: Rico Love]
Uh, temptations real
Even though we feel we’ve been here before
Somebody help me
Lord have mercy
It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
Somebody wealthy
But what about the rest of us?
What about the rest of us?
Screaming, somebody help me
But what about the rest of us?
It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
Somebody wealthy
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The Rising[Produced by Statik Selektah]

[Intro: Action Bronson]
Fly Mary in to sing to that cow before we slaughtered it
And then I ordered it

[Hook: Action Bronson]
Don't say a word to me
You already committed perjury
A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don't play that
You know better, you better save that

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Laid by the pool, my legs gettin' massaged by a professional
Strictly business, nothin' sexual
Seasonal vegetables lookin' exceptional
You ain't think I was hot then, now you wanna hum on my testicles
I'm from a dirty borough where that Sun don't come out
But when the moon come and the goons come, the crew runs
Like a big Jamaican, I stand adjacent
To that S600 in amazement
My time gon' come, I'm headed to the top
Like I never wore makeup, and I'm ready for the spotlight
You know I got my hoodie on, and it's such a hot night
Shit I'm straight from Queens, catch me in the limo like it's prom night
[Hook: Action Bronson]
Don't say a word to me
You already committed perjury
A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don't play that
You know better, you better save that

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
This that do a hundred in the rental in the rain
With the jammy, a day before I have to go to Spain
Livin' on the edge, different colored women in my bed
Different, different colored linens on my leg
My mother said I better win or else she'll fuck me up
Ma we did it, I love you, you lucky slut
Since I was young I had the husky gut
But I'm gorgeous, got money in the pouch just like a tourist
Swerve in a Skylark, big piece of the pie chart
Bitch this is fine art, I gets my shine on
You lyin', dog, you never even put the iron on
You drive a Scion, you ain't ridin', dog
Me, I'm cell built, grab your chest
Still get hit with right hands from left field
My life is a kaleidoscope
She makes me feel just like I'm high on dope
I never calm down, shoot the gun without puttin' my son down

[Hook: Action Bronson]
Don't say a word to me
You already committed perjury
A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don't play that
You know better, you better save that
[Outro: Big Body Bes]
You should have been known who the fuck this was
Just by my fuckin' tongue
Big fuckin' Body Bes
You know I'm all over everything now
You know me, you might see my face stamped on a bag of dope
Out here gettin' filthy cause you know I got that ooh woo woo. You know me, I go home and change up
I get fresh to fight. Just caught a new fuckin' case. But it's alright though, I got this stupid mothafuckin' lawyer
He told me, "Don't even worry about that shit, Body. I'll make that go away
Now what's for lunch?" I told him, don't worry, I got the hookup
Anything you want. Crown Fried on me, 1 through 6 only
I know your type though
The type of mothafucka wear a three piece suit to go to court, shook to death
And you there for smokin' weed
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72 Virgins[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Here we are
Just us
I know you want from the first time you seen me in the movie
Hanging on the shoulder of a villain
She could flatten a village
You know I'm usually chilling out with Bruce Willis
Somehow, you and my man met first
I was still stealing the money outta my gram-gram's purse
But you were
Running the streets, letting the blam-blam work
Back then we smoked nickels of dirt
Nowadays it ain't shit to drop a grip on dessert
And you wanna tell the feds about some shit and it hurts
Fuck it, so be it, you 'bout to know Jesus
Turn this motherfucker back into a fetus
Phone's tapped so speak Swedish when you call the crib
Rich forever motherfucker I was born to live
Die happy, knowing that my family's straight
I hope they didn't see the numbers on that Camry plate
I been a grown man since I had a baby dick
These motherfuckers ain't saying shit
Close my eyes, spray the whip, hit your rib twice
Now your kids gotta deal with this shit 'cause this is life

[Outro: Big Body Bes]
Yeah, and I'm fucking here now
It's fucking Body
What the fuck I'm doing?
Whole bunch a shit
I'm out there wilding
Got a fucking 50-year-old Puerto Rican with me
He don't even know my name
But he gon' stab something for me
He know what time it is
No watch on the wrist
Fuck outta here man
Smack the shit outta you then slap your son five
Your own family loves me more than you
Salute me every time
Every time I come to your fucking crib, it better be a plate wrapped up on the stove motherfucker
'Cause you know I'm coming to eat
Fuck that I don't even want firsts, I want my seconds first
That's right, I eat right out the motherfucking pot
Fuck a spoon, I been eating hand to hand my whole life
I motivate myself motherfucker
Anytime I need to think about some shit man
I just go back and close my motherfucking eyes man
And go back to the sorrow
Fuck outta here man
My whole life is a fucking discography, B
You stupid? Quadruple platinum
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Brand New Car[Produced by Mark Ronson]
[Additional production by Statik Selektah]

[Hook]
I got a brand new car
I got a jazz guitar
[Intro]
Welcome, everybody

[Verse 1]
Thank you a lot for coming, it means a lot to me
Steer the yacht with my knee, plenty of botany
Damn, bad chick on top of me, pornography
And I know she only want me for my guap-ery
(Ahem... let me get my voice right
Gary, sorry, 1, 2, 3, 4)
It's the first time ever
Yo fuck this jacket, I turn this shit to 85 napkins
Since Jeter's done I'm now the captain
Trust you me, Gotham's safer now
But there's always a new joker in town
Ready to smoke you with that pound
But when he shoots it, the flag says "BANG!" and everybody laughs
He must be up and off the molly tab
I'm by the bar lookin' Swedish in the trenchcoat stupid
The only one drinkin' mango lassi in the bullpen
My lips are sealed like the singer with bad skin
My need for speed made the Jag spin
Dog, I'll resurrect Freaky Tah to do my ad-libs
Overseas I prolly got mad kids
That I don't even know about, you better slow down, baby
I'm still young, fuck it, gotta use it while it works
Nothin' lasts forever, or does it? Fuck it
Shout out to my cousins, all of 'em
[Hook]
I got a brand new car
I got a jazz guitar

[Verse 2]
I'll take it back to playin' handball and smokin' on the park benches
Dippin' cabs and hoppin' fences
Laughin' all the way back to the buildin' runnin'
Got to the door, twist the key, elevator waitin' for me
100, got upstairs and fixed eleven bowls of Crispix
Grabbed a Snapple out the bin, no one's an even match for the kid
Legs are made of stone, the back of a bridge
In goal line situations I'll tackle the fridge
Peace to Mike Ditka, 50 on the light fixture
Right side shifter, fight fixer, twist your sister
And I ain't talkin' 'bout the hair band, mothafucka
It's Bam Bam doin' ah ah ah ah
[Outro]
Out with the, ah!
I can't even get this fuckin' right, are you kidding me?
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Ronnie Coleman[Verse 1]
When I’m alone
Smoking weed, sitting by the window in my home
Often thinking why the fuck is it I’m not in Rome
If I had a little motivation, money, and a hot body
I see it now, Bronson, the heart-throbby
No more pigging out, binging on the late night
No more sneaking juice in the syringe to get the game tight
No more pack of hot dogs on my neck right by the fade right
40 pounds to go and then you hookers getting laid right
I’m eating salad but I’m leaving off the croutons
'Cause ever since a youth your dog's huskier than UConn
Savings on the cookies, mommy clipping out the coupons
Passing out from over-eating, sleeping on the futon
Lock the refrigerator, there’s no controlling me
Steak and chocolate got they muthafuckin hold on me
Ain’t trying to be laid in a box, roses on me
Bronsolino running 5 miles for the glory

[Bridge]
Lets go, 20 more to go baby boy
Yo you want that V by the crotch right?
Yeah lets go (I want it)
Gimme some pushups
Gimme some dips (I can’t no more)
Let me get some jumping jacks (Gimme a sandwich!)
Yeah you want that steak dinner don’t you? (AAAAH)
Your gonna work that sandwich off now (I need marshmallows!)
Yeah lets fuckin go
20 more miles, lets go you fat fuck
(AH MARSHMALLOWS, GIVE IT TO ME)
You motherfucker, you, fuck you!
[Verse 2]
From philly cheesesteaks, lobsters on the barbeque
I’m getting twisted eating chicken with a prostitute
An hour later eat the burger with my drug dealer
Then add the butter to the fudge to make the fudge realer
Every five minutes look in the fridges as if magic happened
Sneak a cookie, rip the bag, and fix the plastic wrapping
I don’t want know one to know that I took it
Cause I'm an over-eater (Ay yo ock, ay yo ock, fry the mayonnaise for me, man)
Life is a smorgasbord to me and I’ma over do it
I wanna wear Italian clothing but it just don’t cut it
Not the type that show the package with the crystal studded
The shit they model in Milan that’s looking crispy custom
5 and 6 bitches, lickin’ my dick twitches
Serve up a facial, Mister Belding, bitches dismiss ‘em
For now I’ll take what I can get till this shit switches
Whatever fuck you stupid bitch
Peace to the Drums of Heaven
Peace to beef ribs
Extended lunch time I eat enough for three kids
Go on a diet, then fall off because I’m weak kid
Since I was young I’m eatin’ candy on the sneak tip
My day is based upon fine drugs, cholesterol
Though at my height and weight im probably still the best at ball
I’m tatted up, I have no shame to show the chest at all
I bet I have your lady humming on my testicles
[Outro]
Yeah, Bronsolino
Bout to be fuckin, summer time in the winter
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Tan Leather[Intro]
Fuck it, I want no bullshit pullin', man. No bullshit over here, kid. Straight from queens, man. Flushing to be exact. Shit

[Verse 1]
Fuck the light at the end of the tunnel
Cause I'm living for today, trying not to drown in a bottle
Death all around me, drugs seem to numb me
Mental's getting sicker, the Devil's getting comfy
Acupuncture with the smoke like I'm Mason Storm
Legs crossed like a Buddhist, smoking Buddha
Angry tuna, chilling, getting brain from Uma
Used to lose, now everybody kangaroos
Hop off the schnitzel, see me on Kissena
Smoke the marijueena, always been the same guy
Whether balling on a yacht, or hauling from the cops
I'm flooring on the Fox, 'til I'm swelled up in a box
All you gotta do is see me when you see me
I'm burning bitches from the TV like a CD
I'm trynna live the life in 3D
So you could nibble on my pee-pee
We out in Fiji

[Hook]
From having money on my mind to having money in my pocket
Bone marrow roasted
Spread it on the rosemary bread, lightly toasted
Drizzle with the vinaigrette
Stuffed Dutches and it's pulling like a cigarette
[Verse 2]
Until I'm tan skinned, bitches saying that I'm handsome
'Bout to be up on the screen like Ted Danson
Suede loincloth, never fall off
Mr. Wonderful, Paul Orndorff
Leather jacket, knee length
Peace to people getting money in the 80's with the freebase
First time, you get a free taste
That's the start of a career chase, I'm eating cheese plate
Skirt steak shaved straight up off the diaphragm
Muay Thai title fights out in Thailand
I spit the fly shit, accompanied by fly bank
Use the flows that have me diving up in thighs tan
Purple rain, no Prince, summer solstice
Dope body, but her pussy's like an old fish
The antipasti is a cold dish
Yo, I'm focused, catch me out in London speaking Polish

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The Madness[Verse 1]
Ayo, you ready? Yeah, I'm ready right, the fast life
Getting twisted almost every night, my mind is deeper
Than the voice featured on Barry White, I'm not the marry type
I make her sit in vinegar to get the candy tight
I’m flattered at all the chatter and comparisons
To the great, soon to see me right on Madison
Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins
I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi
Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder
Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face
I’m out the world just like a lightning in space
The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes

[Hook]
This is madness, certified madness
Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage
Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas
Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage

[Verse 2]
Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy
Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie
You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie
I'm in the corner with a hooker playing footsie
Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp
We eat steak, wine and cheese plate
Bronsonline the name is ringing out in each state
Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate
My feet slide just like a hockey player
Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair
Sucky sucky, happy ending shower
Wifey making dinner, I’ll be home about an hour
Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands
My rolling skills is undefeated yo you’ll never win
I bring the devil in, Bronson known for his benevolence
Polo fitted with a leather grip
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up
Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore
Hop in the whip and go for breakfast
Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas
Damn I’m living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket
My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit
Everyday I’m thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics
Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix
I’ll feed her coke for a dick suck
Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt
Now it’s on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda
Pop a hole right through her throat, that’s no joke cause I’mma shoot her

[Interlude]
Yeah, damn, yo, fuck
Yo, three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? Fuck

[Verse 4]
This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars
Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby momma
It’s always drama, she got too much time on her hands
Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man
My eyes are open like an owl though
Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough
But if I die before the hour go
Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho
Egyptian fixtures, patties by the colliseum
Guns from Russia, I turn 'em to a ballerina
Cop the work then they bagging coke
Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road
To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go
Master flow work now so I got cash to blow
When I’m older, leather on a rugby shoulder
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Hookers At The Point[Intro]
Look baby don't play me, play lotto okay, you gotta try to cum okay
I'm a nice girl dont play me out
I know its not everything baby but I'm out here working and I gotta pay up

[Verse 1]
Cindy, she not herself unless she smoking crack
7 times she got stabbed in the back
By a regular john she dealt with many times before
Thats what she gets for being a whore though
She walked the streets, patent leather mini skirt
With the zipper, damn I know her kitty hurt
10 hour shifts she thinking' bout retiring
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I think she lying man
She'll suck a Jewish lawyer, or an African cabby
"It ain't about the money, tryna get back at my daddy
Plus I'm feenin' tryna smoke me some crack in the alley"
Grease the cops, found her mouthing off Captain O'Malley

[Bridge]
Yeah, its Hoookers at the point
Bitch, get my motherfucking drink, bitch. Henny
Quarter filled, in the fuckin sniffter dont put it in the rock glass again please
You fucking stupid bitch treat you like garbage kick you in ya fuckin ass
Come here bitch, put your breath on my pinky ring bitch
Get my motherfucking drink bitch HENNY
[Verse 2]
As I ride inside my 92' Seville
Windows half down so I can see my bitches in the field
Best believe they bringing daddy money
How you think I copped the caddy dummy
Tryna get this Puff Daddy money
The name silk but all my bitches call me montel
Spit the marvel, with the soft top not the hard shell
Three shades of green- suit, hat, and matching lizards
8 bitches look like they straight from the Alaskan blizzard
Bitch get my money 'fo I kill ya
You know the life you chose
But know you wanna be a mother
The kid will be retarded you can add him to his brother
Do the world a favor line your pussy up with rubber
Now you done made me spill my henny on my pinky ring
My nails are filed
Perfect though right you see me shinin
Now get the fuck up out my car and sell ya joint
We gettin luchey this is hookers at the point
Bitch

[Verse 3]
Dos en el morning, rocking sweatpants ya know what up
Slowly approaching animals in motion
Pussy safari, twenty for a lay
Ten for a BJ, but free for some free base
Before I purchase, I wanna peek at the turkey
Make sure that its perky so it won’t turn my dick to jerky
Open the door, soon as she sat down, she took a bump
She caught the rush, then made a hooker grunt
Let’s talk about me, I’m always on the road
Got a little dick, many of the secrets I behold
Name is dano born in the Bronx, half Puerto Rican
Drive a truck hooked on dope cook a soul
Was once a prospect for the twin now im on a mission
Cryin naked shootin dope up in the kitchen
Falling asleep right on the shitter
Word to Roberto Clemente dog I’m still a hitter, yeah!
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Practice[Allen Iverson Snippet]

I'm supposed to be the franchise player, and we're in here talking about practice. I mean, listen, we talkin' about practice. Not a game, not a game, not a game, we talkin' about practice

[Intro]

It's motherfucking me
Bam Bam Shit man
Slap her ass like she scored 30
Ride dirty

[Verse 1]

Thirty thousand for the DNA swab, don't quit your day job
You batty boys ain't even on my radar
Order breasts of veal at Walt Frazier's
Dog, my women come in all flavors, fold paper, Lord save us
Complete a drug deal in a rental rented from AVIS
Best believe my motherfucking Timberlands pounding the pavement
Dog, I lay with hoes, I smoke butter the same color as Jalen Rose
Stand on the balcony naked, just screaming, "Fuck it, I made it!"
Every meal I eat steak to make a statement
Patrick Bateman, thirty Mexicans in the basement, let's get it shaking
The whole block's smelling like bacon
My shorty keep it real, take a shit out the car window
Hide money in a Nintendo
Got a degree in dental
Cook like she down in the delta
Wrestled the gator for the foot display
River monsters, Dog the Bounty Hunter
Open bally stuntin', this is Southern Cali summer, bitch
[Verse 2]

It be the novelist, bare-handed choke a hippopotamus
I need to go to Drug-Dealing Anonymous
Cheerio ship-flip like Rey Mysterio
Me laid up with big money be the scenario
Out the watch flew a canary, it's cuckoo
Let my man who just came home throw a party where you poo-poo
Uh, that is not a nice thought
Get locked up in the afternoon, I make it out by Night Court
Long as I don't see that world
I got the lawyer on retainer like a teenage girl
Eating chicken parmesean in the holding cell
My feet up, hittin' my G-Pen, yeah, you know me well
Quadruple-black coupe, smacks for if you act stupid
No love here, motherfuckers, I clap Cupid, jump in the black Buick
Then make a sharp right
My mother wrist is so cut, look like a shark bite
And when I play the guitar, I'm always on acid
She said I look like David Justice when she see me floating in the Maxima
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Triple Backflip[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Peel the top off the can of Pellegrino
Lost my money at the tables, but I got it back in Cee-lo
I'm trying to have the bank account with all the Zero's
Rolling Camaros, Jose Canseco was my hero
Swing the bat like I swing the 'Lac
Snap my fingers and they bring the crab
Wave my hand and they bring the bag
For your body motherfucker cause you old news
And then you see me fucking skip away in boat shoes
Ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri- rip your dick off
Ahh uhhh! Motherfucker I'm a sicko
Fucko, amethyst on the knuckle
On the arm, something Spanish with a bubble

[Hook: Action Bronson]
Uh, it's big trouble in Little China
All of the china hidden inside of a big vergina
Uh, I'll pile drive her through the bed
Hit the strip, get my motherfucking bread, don't you say a word, bitch
I need the gators just to match the vest
Have my apprentice put the stainless to a bastard's chest
Come out the sweatsuit
Do a triple back flip into the red coupe
Skrrrt, we out
[Verse 2]
Come...hold my dick while I take a piss
Shake it off, put it back in my boxer shorts
Ride in the drop top lobster Porsche
Inside the joint I got some pasta sauce
Uh, stalking the street, just to put the fork in the beef
Coffins are cheap, seats are very soft in the Jeep
The lights hit me at the club, my skin was like a chicken
And now my leather to the ankle by my Pippen
This feels crazy and I hoping I don't blow it
That goes to show I'm still a human under all this glow
Needless to say I'm exceeding while you pussies bleeding
I guess your weight was not in season
Breezing

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Durag vs Headband[Intro: Action Bronson]
Yeah yeah (uh-huh)
It's me, it's me (uh-huh)
I was hatched in '83 (yeah)
Fuckin' standin' like the Notre Dame logo right now
A-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
Just leave this shit, man

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
If I choose the right horse (uhh) I'ma buy a white Porsche (uhh)
Never take the night off (uhh) I'm sayin' that my mind's off (uhh)
Ever since I came out (uhh) I been handin' pain out (uhh)
Fold a wire hanger through your nose, take your brain out
Hey now, on the stage, I'm like great balls of fire (uhh)
One more year, I'll be on Lake George retired (just one)
Big steak like a Jeep tire (uhh)
Season up some biceps and throw 'em in the deep fryer

[Interlude: Action Bronson]
I been hot since I was this big, yeah, uhh
I been hot since I was this big, stupid

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
I'm sick like feedin' squirrels the summer in a bubble jacket
If this was '96, I def' had The Tunnel packed in (it's true)
Big beard like I'm lumberjackin' (uhh)
Mash the pedal of the 850, sound like the thunder crackin'
I'm in a club with a condom on (hahaha)
All Under Armour on (yeah)
[Hook: Big Body Bes]
And when I die
Make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
And when I die
Make sure you spread my blood on a BMW

[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
Microphone attached to my head so I can dance my little heart out
Don't make me bring the white guitar out
Like the one in Wayne's World, that was shinin' in the window
Since 13, I been a nympho, uhh
Fuck, That's Delicious on box set
Me and my mans smokin' on big drugs and feasting on the ox leg
Stand in the store with twenty Ahmed's (a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!)
Bazookas on shoulders, hundred pounds of C4 in a stroller
Z4s roll up, shit's cold, I think I need a ricola
I just dropped a million kroner, I'm a stoner (uhh)
You lack culture, I'm a psychedelic image of a black vulture
Trapped inside a past soldier, uhh (It's me)

[Break: Action Bronson]
I just blew my motherfuckin' high, man (ho!)
Holy shit
I been hot since I was this big, motherfucker

[Hook: Big Body Bes]
And when I die
Make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
And when I die
Make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
[Outro: Big Body Bes]
Albanian style, I wanna die by machine gun
(A-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Only In America[Produced by: Oh No]

[Intro]
I'm focused, man, I swear I'm focused. These mothafuckas don't know, I'm the mothafuckin' golden child. Uh huh

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Anywhere I go, you know you're goin' with me
Bobby and Whitney without the sniffin'
Dog your bitch look like Eddie Griffin
I'm three wheelin', keep the Chevy tippin'
Big bearded Buddha bangin' bitches in Bermuda
Barry Bonds, barracuda, Chattanooga
Back alley shooter, black Balley booter
Catch me jumpin' out the plane like a black puma
Stoned, pump Depeche Mode
Man all I see is red snow
Left my man with a headstone on Edgecombe
He was goin' for the glory in the end zone
Just another Saaab story cause the pen's cold
Am I gonna sell my soul? That depends, ho
Man the vehicle's a rental, speak gentle
Mink sweatsuit
Stab your father while he's pissin' in the men's room

[Hook: Party Supplies]
Only in America
Just can't seem to get you off of my mind
Only in America
All that seems we're goin' nowhere
Only in America
And I just can't seem to get you off my mind
The best things in life are free
All that seems we're goin' nowhere
All that seems we're goin' nowhere
All that seems we're goin' nowhere
Goin' nowhere, nowhere
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
NYC what the fuck is goin' on?
These mothafuckas won't play my song
They sayin' that we soft, they sayin' that we fell off
They sayin' that these other fuckers better than us, you gotta be kiddin'
A bunch of pussies, when you piss, you gotta be sittin'
You tie your hair in a bun and shirt in a knot
You got the urge to suck the cock of Serge Ibaka
Pictures of naked rappers hangin' in your locker
You and your father never played catch, he taught you how to twerk
Since I've been on the Earth I've been lightin' up
And I've been all around the world twistin' dykes and purp
Shit, light the earth

[Hook]
Only in America
Just can't seem to get you off of my mind
Only in America
All that seems we're goin' nowhere
Only in America
And I just can't seem to get you off my mind
The best things in life are free
All that seems we're goin' nowhere
All that seems we're goin' nowhere
All that seems we're goin' nowhere
The best things in life are free
Goin' nowhere, nowhere
The best things in life are free
(Goin' nowhere)The best things in life are free
(All that seems we're goin' nowhere)
Only in America
Just can't seem to get you off of my mind
Only in America
All that seems we're goin' nowhere
Only in America
Just can't seem to get you off of my mind
The best things in life are free
All that seems we're goin' nowhere
All that seems we're goin' nowhere
The best things in life are free
Goin' nowhere
The best things in life are free
Nowhere
The best things in life are free
Free
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It Concerns Me[Verse 1]
Since the last time I seen you boo I been around the world
Drugs is gettin' twirled, while driving something absurd
Something you never seen, gold and forest green
Leanin', growl like a demon, the tires smoking when I'm leaving
Playing poker on the river boat
Hid the ace long rifle in my bitch's coat
Flip off the balcony, knife to the throat, ice in the coke
Coke on the table, wild n' out in Roanoke
Hall & Oates we at the benefit for wild owls
They had the freshwater bass served five styles
Flix with Ellen DeGeneres rockin' Perry Ellis
Been a degenerate cutting ribbons with senators
Knock on my door with balloons and that big check
I'm not surprised though still dippin the 5-0
It's all about survival, me and Supplies man alive on arrival

[Verse 2]
I got the drugs rolled perfect
The gold turkish, flow furnace
I been a earner, just call me earnest
Leave the logistics to attorneys, but if its money it concerns me
Yo wake the fuck up tell my bitch to pull the truck up
Had the marijuana rolled up bitch this shouldn't be a hold up
So much paper it don't fold up, grab the plastic it won't mold up
I'm on the boat smoking gold dust
I marry ya niece, cash me out in Paris for fleece
Shoot the back of ya knees, Gary Sinise
Speaking Arabic in Greece
Grown men turn the keys to cheese, as I water ski Belize
[Verse 3]
I seen a lot but I ain't seen it all
Dreams to ball but I ain't talking bout Seton Hall
Hot red Lamborghini, special seat and all
Plus the doors open up like a season whore
Now you motherfuckers are sour, wishin' you had the vision
Could've been doing division, stay in the coupe like a pigeon
Apartment is getting close to the roof ya boy is risen
Greek men, jump off the back of the boat for dinner
Barehanded snatch up a octopus I'm a winner
Grill it, hit it with olive oil and lemon
Then kiss my fingers, efharisto that was delicious

[Outro]
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No Time[Intro]
It's always me, yeah, uh!
Yeah, beautiful, magnifique, straight up, ah-ha

[Chorus]
No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
Look out the window see me flying away, away
No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
Look out the window see me flying away, away

[Bridge]
It's a proven fact money make the world go round
And a couple sweet words'll make your girl go down
On the whole team 'cause you weren't taking care of business
See me in a Bimmer, see you in a Civic, uh

[Chorus]
No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
Look out the window see me flying away, away
No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
Look out the window see me flying away, away

[Verse 1]
When I step up in the party, yes I'm letting my nuts hang
Tryna fuck a groupie bitch right on the hood of the Mustang
From a place where they bust things, hailing from Flushing
Peace to Bloodstain, Beamer custame
On a California king where the thug lay (that's word to me man)
The joint longer than Mutombo finger, my features etch
Shorty sniffin' lines like a sketch
Tell her that I need my slippers fetched
I need a wifey tongue longer than Kakey
Shoot the gun right when I whistle, plus she never will snake me
Do a split on my dick
If I'm sick she'll even clean me if I shit in my pants
So I'm taking her to France with me
[Chorus]
No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
Look out the window see me flying away, away
No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
Look out the window see me flying away, away

[Verse 2]
Doing math like an Asian student
I've been a truant, three language fluent
Blueish on the Buick
Reddish on the hue of the cheeks on my booby
Her body smoking like a dooby
The joint rolled like a croissant, mad butter
Golden brown
If I end up in the can then who gon' hold me down?
Probably no one
They like it when you hot, when you not
They tell you eat a cock off the springboard I dive into the drop
Gold watch, like I just retired
No socks in the loafer cause it's tacky
At least I'm not up in Pataki's
You catch me higher than a Shaq knee
See me swerving side to side like Mutombo finger
The bundle bringer, guns are subtle
Hear them clapping like the end of the huddle
I might be big as a bear, but nothing to cuddle
Hop in the shuttle, land in Russia, yo
[Chorus]
No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
Look out the window see me flying away, away
No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
Look out the window see me flying away, away

[Bridge]
It's a proven fact money make the world go round
And a couple sweet words'll make your girl go down
On the whole team 'cause you weren't taking care of business
See me in a Bimmer, see you in a Civic

[Chorus]
No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
Look out the window see me flying away, away
No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
Look out the window see me flying away, away

[Outro: Action Bronson & Big Body Bes]
Oh man, would you tell these motherfuckers what it is please?
I gotta tell them what it is?
Yeah, I'm asking you to do me that favor
Wilding the street that's what I'm about
What kind of bitch you like?
Man, a bitch with a case on her record..
Okay
I need a bitch that's nice with knives..
Hahaa!
I need a fucking -- Yo..
Yo
.. yo man, on some real, put that weed back
How many dope fiends you've been locked up with, son?
Yo put that put that back put that back
How many dope fiends you've been locked up with?
Put that back, put it back, put it back, I mean it
How many dope fiends have you been locked up with?
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The Don’s Cheek[Verse 1]
Catch me on Venice Beach working on my base, no blonde streak
Swimming trunk, 30K in arm's reach
I'm on the boat, in the water like a swan's feet
To show respect you kiss both sides of the Don's cheek
360 on the Seadoo in a tux
Call my homie, tell him meet me down in Lido Beach for lunch
Plácido Polanco crib, his bitch was black
She started purring, I kissed the cat
Aristocrat, wrist dancing like a disco bass
In the holster, same shit color as Sisqo's hair
635 slammed like a suplex
Cheat off a Chinese kid just like a school test
I'm on the hunt for loot, jump out the chunky coupe
Hold on, wait till it thunder, here's the gun to shoot
Beige leather to the calf, where my math at?
You gonna babysit my joint? Then pussy pass that

[Hook]
I'm getting paper regardless, I'm never facing no charges
I got your honor under the armpit
The gavel slam and I walk
Hammer dances on the porch, downtown gallivanting with a horse
Two different drugs to choose, I need the third thing
Oriental style shirt
Flapping in the wind like a bird's wing
I need that good green, ugh, motherfucker need that good green
[Verse 2]
I got the face like a grown lion, my people hold iron
Predict the weather by the wind like an old Mayan
Hold my son up, show him to the kingdom
While all his blood brothers became drug runners in England
Made in Queens, Handball courts and 40s
Shorties smoking blunts, spades in the corner
We moving white like David Spade in the sauna
All the money chronological, it look like callaloo
Provide the crew designer suits, exotic food
Erotic nude and polished shoes, impala smooth
Roll up, looking like Sinbad with the earring
Lightskin sucking my penis while I'm steering
I'm pro

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Midget Cough[Intro: Action Bronson speaking]
Yeah
It’s me
I’m here
Swerve
Light it

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yo
I’m on the PCH, smokin’ THC
With the team, money be the dream
I take it multicolor baby, it ain’t gotta be green
On the other side of earth with the queen, I’m from Queens
Shit, 3 different types of forks for a Monday lunch
Tamarind punch, higher than a javelin jump
Italian sluts, my whole battalion is nuts
We rock medallions and such
Don’t even step within six feet of my presence
Leave you open like the desert, Def Leopard, Fresh pepper
Did I mention, steer the whip with one arm like Jim Abbott
Chocolate sauce over thin rabbit
If these opportunities arose before we would’ve been had it
Shorty sniffing haddock in the attic
I been an addict in these streets, in my pants I’ve even shatted
Then sat in it, sadly
Two things about to cop a few rings
And eat paper thin slices of the Blue Ling
Shoot eagles on a Jack Nicklaus course, Porsche with the triple exhaust
Seats soft like a midget’s cough
*coughs*
Yeah, let’s hear that fly shit
*coughs*
Yeah man
Oh fuck

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
I never thought that this could be my life
Russian mistress and Parisian wife
Always seasoned rice, the animals you find in the jungle on the table sculpted in ice
Throw the dice
Leg drop after a big boot
1, 2, 3, it’s over, slide in the mint coupe
Dive out the chopper in the water, uh
No splash, Olympic shit
Ayo, the spliff look like a shrimp when it shit
Smoke the shark, Greg Norman shit, me and Robert Horry in a foreign whip
Motherfucka I was born to live
And born to fuck a lot of pussy without spawning kids
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103 And Roosy[Verse 1]
Medication in the plastic bag
I'm a man motherfucker, you're a half a fag
My chest is hairy like the Cubans rocking silk
In the 80s on Miami beach
You're just a rabbit that be captured by the falcons feet
I hunt for the meat see me we can thump in the street
Fuck around leave you slumped in your seat
'Cause we're coming from Queens, every platter is Zagat rated
Caramelized up, bulls are getting castrated
Hold up hold up someone pass the weed to me
Fuck a routine I'm switching up the scenery
Boats with decks strictly using throats for sex
Yoga stretch, open pussy like a sofa bed
Key lime spear fishing off the Yucatan
Grab a barracuda higher than a parachuter
Pair of shooters: Anthony and Harper
Caciocavalli dog, I'm sharper than the archer
I'm an artisan down for bi-partisan
'Cause everyone getting paid, see me with the freshest fade
Charles Oakley, gecko belts and durangos
I fuck good and make big seeds like a mango
NFL ready, sculpted for the clay court
Simple spaghetti shifting in the gray sport
Suck my dick bitch real good
Mother fuck a kid, Action Bronsolino suck my balls
[Verse 2]
No disrespect ma, I'm tryna eat the pussy
Lift your legs over you head so I can taste the tushy
King Thrust is what they call me at the hooker house
260 pounds of pressure right in a hookers mouth
5'7" with the ass of of a horse
Put it in from behind its the salad I toss
She ride me like a maniac
Best believe the bitch a brainiac
She known to keep a fresh shaven cat
Milk chocolate and her eyes like the sun
Keep a loaded 22 inside her thighs and her buns
Her pussy lips are tight just like the box of a nun
She'll have a fiend itchy and scratchy for rock in the slums
Boosting in the boostiere
I give my favorite Goose away just to get a closer look at how the juices spray
Fucking tired can't go no more
My raps are marinated days ahead
Jalapeno cream cheese on the raisin bread
That's for breakfast
I've got a death wish you never catch Bronsolino in a necklace
I'm on the block like tetris
Caddy green Northstar engine
Pecan pie seats Lord I'm a legend
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Pepe Lopez[Produced by Party Supplies]

I got the '89 Firebird
Guns like Wyatt Earp
Before I do business
I want to know the buyer's worth
Fast forward '98, Mark McGuire shirt
I eat dessert while your bitch flirt (Uhh)
Ship work to a Mick out in Pittsburgh
When you're focused, strict terms are never misheard
Shift gears, schhherrp
Twist Earth
Lift the Nerf
Shit, I got a lot of nerve
Catch me on the run with a Nevada nurse
Rambo knife in the Escada purse
Lestor Diamond in the face, chase
I'm in the gray 8
Restaurant, I order rabbit like a Playmate
Suede snake, crocodile silk
Barely legal Brazilian mami all on the quilt
I twist a bitch like Wilt, built
I spit the shit the people feel, uhh, yeah

Let me take it out to Coney Island, uhh
Drinking 40's out in Rockaway, uhh
Jones Beach Field 6, uhh
Out in Deer Park, peel whips, uhh
Flushing Meadow Park shit, uhh
Barbecues with the Mexicans
Get my muthafucking drink, man
Damn, this is Bam Bam
This is about to be some shit
Blue Chips 2, bitch (Owwww!!!)
We so muthafucking out here (Owwww!!!)
I wear a bib all muthafucking day
[Sample]
Muthafucka, you knocked my teeth out!
Hey, Sticks, come on!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Hot Shots Part Deux[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Aye yo
Sing with an accent
Portuguese
See me wiggle the Porsche keys
Grapes, crackers, gorgeous cheese
Shifting gears left handed at mighty morphin' speeds
She suck me off while I torch the weed
She throw the drug in her butt
She hasn't shit for days
She chill with dykes from the state right where the Mystic play
"You got a nice white dick"
That's what the sistas say
Hit the switch then I switch the lane
Dipped 66 in grey
Lines, lines laying on my shoulder
Olive, olive green loafs covering my toes up
Loud, cover my clothes with that five wagon coke
I'm doper than a salsa singer's nose
Smoke somethin'

[Verse 2: Riff Raff]
Uh, Ruby Tuesday
Cinderella
Ballerina
Import important passports
Pasadena
Poppin' Fendi collars might be Berry Gordy
Pterodactyl dashboard
Seats, prehistoric
Dinosaur
Money cools the heart, but can't be too rude
Mind frame and attitude of a young Uncle Scrooge
You roody poo's get abused
Hulk Hogan
Ultimate Warrior
The eggs get boiled
Clash of the Titans
Conan the Destroyer
Turn tables with the young Clark Gable
Different mind fables
Syrup pours like maple
I'm watching cable
Plus my building marble housing structure
Prescription deductible
Rap game Dr.Huxtable
[Verse 3: Dana Coppafeel]
Check it
Yeah
I got that Kool Keith
That Ultramagnetic
Rhyme force like a lama spit
Electrifying
Just like a Blanka hit
They duckin' like the Gaza strip
No worries got it covered like Islamic chicks
I promise to body every beat
The hunger is bottomless
So peep game
But they fronted so you know that we can't follow it
It gets deep and you can tell the way
That she swallows dick
My brain is a lethal weapon
Tongue projects them hollow tips
The vision so vivid
Feeling like you might've lived it
But you didn't
You bit it the minute that we delivered it
Just admit it get the Medikit
Break it into two like subject and predicate
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Barry Horowitz"His opponent from St. Petersburg, Florida"
"Two hundred thirty-one pounds, Barry Horowitz!!"

[Action Bronson]
Yeah, the Chocolatier
Bronsalinio... yeah

To the back with the hat, lean back in the 'llac
Crack the window, hear the soldier styles and that in back
Ain't no "Cat in the Hat," just a cat that can rap
This is Bronson - representing Flushing, Queens on the map
Yeah - heavyweight primate with a Harvard mind
Blunts filled with the citrus mixed with orange lime
Pussy drip when the thought of Action come to mind
Born to ride, winter spring summer shine
Bonafide, eyes wide, run and hide
You don't want the revolution to be televised
Terrorfied from the Arab mountain death camps
With the iron burning hot, give you chest stamps
Phone calls with the cloth over the mouthpiece
With or without leaf, burn about an ounce chief
To the neck like a razor for the stubble
Raised inside the struggle, blazin in the huddle yeah
Dig a hole, throw the lamb in it
Left the slippers in the sand motherfuckers couldn't stand in it
("Someone took the words to my song") {*ding ding ding*}

It's Barry Horowitz rap, I pat myself on the back
Don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk, Shaq I attack
Close the window to your soul, weed inside my lungs burn
These old suckers gettin placed into a young urn
Specialized like the little bus
Use my chubby little finger first to stimulate the clitoris
King Kong ain't got shit on us
I'm out here gettin it for real while you motherfuckers filibust'
Weed in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo mission
Started at pole position, eyes on the long division
As it burn my thumb, I roll another one
Quite persistant, that's why they call me my mother's son
Shoot the cold gift, leave your ho stiff
Make your ho sniff Hootie and the Blowfish
Obey the coke king
Cause every motherfucker in rockin loaded, I'm on that old shit!

("Someone took the words to my song" - 2X)

[Jim Ross]
"Barry Horowitz, always likes to pat himself on the back"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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White Bronco[Intro]
Woo, woo, ah
Woo, yeah, yeah
Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh
Yuh

[Verse]
Yeah, it’s true, the Lamborghini truck light blue (True)
The shotty down my leg and we stuck like glue (true)
My shorty like, “Damn, nobody fuck like you” (Ay, no)
One love to my uptown crew
This new shit swing like Tiger at the Masters (Uh huh)
Man, I don't fuck with none of these bastards (None of 'em)
I'm like a fucking father to these bastards (Uh)
Shut the fuck up and eat your pudding (Pudding)
Twenty alligators died for this shit I put my foot in (Foot in)
You barely got your footing, everything I did, they said I couldn't (Uh)
Now it's middle finger up with the hoodie (Uh)
Eyes dumb low blowing goodie goodie (Uh)
Baklava, bestseller (True)
How we celebrate? Went to 125 and bought a red leather (Another fact)
Man, your boy is on another planet
He just sitting in the whip by himself bumping Janet
Rhythm Nation, living life without no limitations (Uh)
Tryna have enough money that'll fill the basement (Please)
And enough drugs to fill my face with
And enough to give the M6 a facelift (Damn)
Turn that motherfucker to a spaceship (Woo, yup)
All these women calling me Taye Diggs (Uh, woo, yup)
It's me (Yeah, yup, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
And I'm just out here living my best life (It's true, oh shit, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'm just out here living my best life (Yeah, uh, uh huh, whatever, yeah)
And I'm just out here living my best life (Uh, whatever, whatever, whatever)
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The Chairman’s Intent[Intro]
Yeah (You don't even know me)
Yeah, yeah, ah (You don't even know me)
Ah-ha (You don't even know me)
It's me, yeah (You don't even know me)

[Verse 1]
Yo, these sixteen bars cost sixteen cars
Kiss these balls, bitch, we stars
Fuck that shit, you ain't hot like Prince
You got a little shine, but not like this
Time crumbles when the jet black M5 rumbles
All from what I did last summer?
But motherfuckers forget, till I'm back up on the set
And every motherfucking jump shot wet
Same outfit every day like a cartoon (That's me!)
Uh, they'll never find you in a shark soup (Nope)
And there will never be a part two
Shit, you're looking at some motherfucking art, boo

[Verse 2]
Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Lawrence Taylor
Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor (Mwah!)
I got the soul of an Amazon healer
Better be sure to put them cameras on (Please)
Turn dreams into real shit
Yeah, I might be sick
Sitting court side, I'm likely lit
Draw blood, I'm already made (Uh)
But little man will cut your face like wedding cake (Aaah!)
[Chorus]
You don't even know me
You don't even know me
You don't even know me
You don't even know me

[Bridge]
Switchin' lanes on these bitches like (Whoop!)
Switchin' lanes on these bitches like (Whoop!)
Watch the fifth wheel fall
From this top floor view, I can see it all
Yeah, man
From this top floor view, I can see it all
I can see it all, uh

[Verse 3]
I started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table (Phenomenal!)
Uh, that shit was shining like an angel (Whoo!)
I never trust a dude named Angel (Nah)
Long steel 4/5s turn him to an angel
The sky opened up and down came me
Young AB, floatin' in a Jag from the '80s (Uh)
Tanned like I just left Haiti (Uh)
Looking like I had mad plastic surgery (Aaah! Damn)
They turned Bam Bam Chinese
And that's fine by me (True)
Shit, I need some time to realign my chi (So?)
So bitch, please pass that bombazee
Before I get upset
[Chorus]
You don't even know me
You don't even know me
You don't even know me
You don't even know meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Galactic Love[Intro]
Do me a favor, with that, light the candle
Is that the Hawaiian Rayman?
Aight I get the same one every single time, I don't understand this

[Verse 1]
At the piano with a glass of pinot
All red silk like I'm Nino
Custom made shit, I weight 140 kilos
Sneeze on 100G's, hoes on their knees blow from Montego
The way my hair look you swear my name was Rodrigo
Lay low, if you can't do it then just say no
If you ain't built to play this game then you get halo'd
I put a lot of fiends in k-holes
[Skit 1]
Hello
Hi
What's up mama?
I just watched  perform
How do you feel about it?
They ain't you baby hahaha, you're better than all these shit heads

[Verse 2]
I'm just a bastard with a bad habit
Bad back in a black Volkswagen Rabbit
Shit I gotta have it
Black magic woman put a spell on me
Fuck around and win a spelling bee
I could walk under ladders, still win the lotto
Ten minutes flat, built a boat in a bottle
Roy Rogers bathroom, sniffin' coke with a model
Told her to Google me, shit I might paint the Cougar green
All this lechuga in my jeans
I still see Freddy Kruger in my dreams
Ain't nothin' moving but the cream
Shit, know I do it for team
[Skit 2]
I just wanna hear em announce your name, that's all I care about
How's your knee?
My knee is... It's not bad these past few days
You been alright?

[Verse 3]
That's all I care about
Took a meeting up at Paramount
Typecast as a romantic lead
I'm classically trained for drug dealing
But I wasn't good at drug dealing
So I flipped shit, rug, ceiling
Dry water, five daughters all stood 5'4"
Or got 5 quarters for the store

[Outro]
Fuck knows what I'm saying anymore mane, my mind is shot, been working so motherfuckin' hard
So I'm bout to light this motherfuckin' dab up
Til the next time, peaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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9-24-7000[Intro 1]
Why are we letting things in the outside of our physical penetrate our soul, penetrate our neural wiring system, our cerebral cortex, okay? Wh-what really is a thought? Can you control when a thought arrives outside of the brain? Can you or can't you? Is free will a-a real thing or is it the philosophy of free will, see 'cause scrip-ahaha…

[Intro 2: Action Bronson]
Shit, sweep you off your feet
Like Ryu in the corner
Shit, man, haha
Smooth, man
I'm a fuckin' smooth mover, uh

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yo, if I didn't say it's me, you would probably think it's Sting
My fish go bling, what, this old thing?
I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit
Then I'm gripped up, hangin' off my shoulder, fuck the bullshit
November rain came the same day
My daughter taught me how to do the Nae Nae to Calle 13
Only compare me to Kevin Spacey
Or Rubén Blades, the blunt fat like two Kamalas
Do a world tour and scoop some dollars
Come home and hit the pool hall
I'm fishbowlin' new Impalas
Two Russian twins suck while I drive fast
It's me, man

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
I'm the one that takes the wolf head, wears it on my own head
Wisdom from the old heads, you ain't gettin' no head
You ain't gettin' no bread, you ain't gettin' no shows
You ain't gettin' no dough, you ain't gettin' no hoes
Dawg, I hit the best of 'em, motherfuck the rest of 'em
Well, now I'm nestled in the Tesla eatin' pretzels, huh?
I should probably put a wetsuit on
I'll be right back…
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Young Renzel, line two
Young A.B., I got this you dig?
Yeah, yo (Maybach music)

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I love my rude bitches, end up as new bitches
Skippin' school bitches, cookin' me food bitches
All my niggas down, we lookin' like Fu-Schnickens
Got a few tickets for bitches who truly digged us
College dormitories, fill 'em with smooth lyrics
Air Max 95s, grey sweats, true menace
Known as a Jonas, complex on the phoner
Simple individual, confident in the Lotus
Foreign ambitions, they go with my last wishes
As I open my eyes, surprised by seven figures
Baking soda required, decided drug dealin'
Residents is divided amongst the feds and children
Let him keep totin' drugs if he willin' to plead guilty
The star state witness, they'll hit you up for that selfie
Dro can only help me, Backwood and I'm healthy
I'm the label owner, I'm the only one can shelf me
Biggest (Maybach music) boss

[Outro]
Why are we letting things in the outside of our physical penetrate our soul, penetrate our neural wiring system, our cerebral cortex, okay? Wh-what really is a thought? Can you control when a thought arrives outside of the brain? Can you or can't you? Is free will a-a real thing or is it the philosophy of free will, see 'cause scrip-ahaha…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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5 Minute Beats 1 Take Raps[Verse One]
Five minute beats, one take raps
No false stories of my gunplay stats
Drugs sit beside me, blunts stay fat
Hand-craft the music, rhymes stay acoustic
Pies and Thighs on my mind all the time, roll the lime
Fuck rap I was class with my bus pass
Early nineties Tom Selleck with the moustache
Your eyes are blind to the diamond in the rough
Needle in the hay, charismatic character, far from amateur
Spider senses so I'm scanning the parameter
Straight from scrubs so my uncle is a janitor
Love my Mother, hate a motherfucker, hate a piece o' shit, hate a cocksucker
Stand beside me motherfucker you're my brother
Came from different pussies but we share the same supper

[Hook]
Five minute beats, one take raps
No false stories of my gunplay stats
Drugs sit beside me, blunts stay fat
Blunts stay fat, blunts stay fat

[Verse Two]
West Palm Beach betting on a dog race
Bitch with me big titties and a small waist
Pistol noise, shiftin' in a Hitler toy
Kick shit, young Ruud van Nistelrooy
Eating brisket, chilling at the bris
Knuckles like I punch walls metal in the fist
Smoking seven kinds of pepper and shit
Veteran shit, give Melissa Etheridge a dick
Stroke pussy like a cat lover
My kids are mixed that means they got a black Mother
And their Father's a G
Strictly Oolong on the tea, the shirt straight from '93, man with the ski
Peace to lo-lives Brooklyn, smart crew Queens
Sharp tooth fiends in the chartreuse jeans
Old Girbaud shit, pockets in the front
Waist 33, odd sizes out of Marshalls
[Hook]
Five minute beats, one take raps
No false stories of my gunplay stats
Drugs sit beside me, blunts stay fat
Blunts stay fat, blunts stay fat
Kid, Queens shit, Blue Chips shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Flip YaIntro

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Live
Stare in the mirror I'm a changed man
Never, I'm just executing my game plan
Shit, I'm crunching numbers just like a rain man
And got the gray Lamb, interior was beige sand
I snap the button on the driving gloves
Pointy shoe like Aladdin on the flyin rug
I probably die from drugs or while I'm fucking
Fuck it, as long as she suck dick
You see me with a bitch like Vanna White at the benefit for battered wives
Lightly battered yam, a squeeze of lemon over lamb
Staring at the crescent while I'm laying on my back
Smokin' drug, you know the potent one
Put a half ounce of the crystal in the asshole of a shih tzu
Twist your bitch too, like Brazilian jujitsu
When I marry, cop a shower room that shits two
Sell your pussy if I called and had my chips, boo
It's Bam Bam and I'm feeling like my time is here, to take the world over
Sit A.C. Slater style on your girl's shoulder, then have a cold soda
If you ain't with me roll over

[Verse 2: Retchy P (Retch)]
My mind marinate in drug sauce
The private driver's name is Gustaf
The cuff links is like a slut's cough
So disgusting, english muffin
With the butter at the Yiddish luncheon
With my pimpish cousin
He sport the slick-back clean
And I inquired howd he get that
Paused and said a bitch is a bitch
I twist the spliff while I sit in the six
The classic LO sweaters sit on the prince
Thumbs in the belt loop, as i pose for the pic
My boyish element, I blessed your residence with elegance
Turning entire rooms into elephants
Stepped in the building
The doorman resemble Marcus Garvey
Ferrari cake at the party
Wheeled in by Steve Harvey
He had the freshest line in the building
He stunted on mine, it was my party
And he tarnished my shine  got mad and had him escorted out
"Vincent, get 'im outta my sight"
And Missy Elliot had started a fight
Busta Rhymes was on a molly
From afar you thought it was Kane, but it was Body
Catch a chokeslam if you try to try me
Monday night catch me wilin' at the bingo house
Just left the dog show, you know I brought Ringo out
He won a ribbon, brandished it on the side of his coat
I went outside and I was offered a smoke, I declined politely
I rock the Jordan sole that's kinda icy
My drug of choice you know is kinda pricey
NiggahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Let Me Breathe[Intro]
Like the way it sounds, Fraudy?
Uh, yeah, yeah
Just let me breathe for a minute, man
Just let me breathe
Just let me breathe for a minute, man
(You already know it's me, man)
Just let me breathe for a minute
(You already know it's me, man)
Just let me breathe

[Verse 1]
It's too hot, drop the top off the wagon (Uh)
Lay back, blowing fire like dragon (Poof!)
Man, I'm flying past Saturn (Uh)
Fuck outta here like I ain't that savage
(No, no, no, no)
Two Uzis and a rifle (Woo!)
It's like I'm at the studio with Michael (Michael Jackson)
You can hear me dancing on the beat (Uh)
Bam Bam 'bout to put a mansion on the beach, uh
Hundred Latins in your lobby (What?)
That's what happens when you fuck around with Body (Body)
Uh, and I put that on my mami (It's on my mami)
I would never give my heart to a thotty (Never!)
If I could just make a dance that goes with this song (Uh)
Then I'ma be on (So on)
Basic bitches gon' dance to it (Everywhere)
Basic bitches everywhere gon' dance to it (Everywhere)
[Chorus]
Just let me breathe for a minute
Just let me breathe for a minute, uh
Just let me breathe for a minute
White Range Rover, blowin' trees all in it
Just let me breathe for a minute
Just let me breathe for a minute, man
Just let me breathe for a minute
White Range Rover, blowin' trees all in it

[Bridge]
You got a fat ass, baby, shake that shit
Shake that shit
Shake that shit
You got a fat ass, baby, shake that shit
Shake that shit
Shake it

[Verse 2]
I got two shows, I'm about to pitch another
Throwing alley oops to my brothers (Curry!)
We all shine, nobody victims (No)
Armani sweatsuit pimping (Uh)
Black Pippens (Uh)
I swag different (Uhh)
That's why the money in the bag different (Different)
Come up short, you'll have your motherfuckin' fam missing (Gone)
I lay on beaches and swerve in whips (Uh)
You ain't servin' shit, you just an urban myth (Woo!)
Every day get fleek (Fleek)
Riding around Queens on a jetski, it's me (You know it's me!)
Everyday get high (High)
'Til the day I die
Everyday get high
Man I roll that shit (Shit)
And I smoke that shit
Honey bouncin' up and down (Down)
She nearly broke my dick (My dick)
She nearly broke my dick (My dick, my dick)
[Chorus]
Just let me breathe for a minute
Just let me breathe for a minute, uh
Just let me breathe for a minute
White Range Rover, blowin' trees all in it
Just let me breathe for a minute
Just let me breathe for a minute, man
Just let me breathe for a minute
White Range Rover, blowin' trees all in itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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City Boy Blues[Produced by 88 Keys]

[Verse 1: Action Bronson (Chauncey Sherod)]
On this dark old road, tryna find my way
I'm sick and I'm tired of games people play
(Singing I'm tired of games people play)
No 808, I'm barely standing
Leave me for dead with that gun in your hand (gun in your hand)
Now I got no soul, it was taken a long time ago
(It was taken a long time ago)
I've given my life to a stranger, that sleeps by my side at night
Look in her eyes, I see danger, and man is this shining bright

[Bridge: Action Bronson]
She won't think twice, to hurt me
She won't think twice, to hurt me
She won't think twice, to hurt me
She won't think twice
[Hook: Action Bronson]
She only wants money my money
She only wants money my money
She only wants money from me, love from somebody else
She only wants money from me, love from somebody else

[Reprise: Action Bronson (Chauncey Sherod)]
On this dark old road, tryna find my way
I'm singing, I'm tired of games people play
(Singing I'm tired of games people play)
No 808, I'm barely standing
Leave me for dead with that gun in your hand (gun in your hand)
Now I got no soul, it was taken a long time ago
(It was taken a long time ago)
I've given my life to a stranger, that sleeps by my side at night
Look in her eyes, I see danger, and man is this shinning bright
[Bridge: Action Bronson]
She won't think twice, to hurt me
She won't think twice, to hurt me
She won't think twice, to hurt me
She won't think twice
[Hook: Action Bronson]
She only wants money my money
She only wants money my money
She only wants money from me, love from somebody else
She only wants money from me, love from somebody else

She only wants money from me, love from somebody else
She only wants money from me, love from somebody elseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Heel ToeLa Musica De Harry Fraud
[Intro]
Yeah, Irv (huh?)
Put a thousand on the grey dog (Which one, over there?)
I like that one (Alright)

[Verse 1]
Yo, the long trench wearer, money in my hand, I dare ya
To come and take this, find you in a basement naked
Plus it's rainin'
She took a sniff, now she dancin' like she Usher Raymond
See me swerving in the Lincoln with the Daytons
Seat colors Sanaa Lathan, kinda resembles fried bacon
I shoot at your crew, put the spoon inside the Tiramisu
As I sat there looking cute in a suit
Shit I made it cool
To be yourself again without nobody helpin' em
What is that velvet?
Yes it is baby, I'm a specialist
All these fuckin' demons that infest the kid
This be that shit that your grandfather's invested in
Dad's back, your new shit I had that
My new bitch is half black, Bimmer made the hatchback
I'm havin' flashbacks of razors in the ass crack
Hundred thousand dollars all in ones inside the trash bag
A bunch of fiends, I'm havin' lunch in Queens
A lot of hundreds in my Dungarees
I'm at the garden sittin' Indian style, that means I'm on the floor
My skin is shinin' like it's Armor All
Freak bitches like a carnival
Bitch I stay on the boat just like a barnacle
I don't talk to no sons so bring your father through
And I was born in December, paint the Impala blue
Bitch it's gettin' cold, huh
[Hook]
She sniff blow, did the heel toe
Off the wheel of the de Ville, then I peel slow
For real though, I'm trying to get Shaquille dough
Huh, I'm just trying to get Shaquille dough

[Verse 2]
Hang out the window of my sports car I'm listenin' to Prince
Bitch from Berlin is blowin' me behind the tints
Doves cried, then I let my nut fly in a sluts eye
Eyes still in the mirror lookin' for one time
When we were younger used to play in parks
Now my hunger got me drivin' European sharks
Lay in lofts, paint the hall a light Chilean moss
Shit I stay on the porch, lightin' a torch up like headlights on the Porsche
Tan coupin', work tanner than Cam Newton
Hand crafted Lands snoozin'
Susan, boufin' balloons in, shorty from Oahaxa
Husband back in México, cross this out his lock
Check came in it was $3500 just on the stomach
Imagine what we spent on weapons
And I have our bitch draped up in leopard
Joints filled up with pepper
I'm straight from Queens mother fucker, what you reppin'

[Hook]
[Verse 3]
My bitch gallop like a tan deer
Stealin' outfits? from the Tangiers
I been a man here so many damn years
You see that plane, it lands here
You see that drop, that's to drive me away, I'm wearin' cashmere
Pink champagne spillin' down the glass again
I swear just one more score baby we cashin' in
Me and money got a good rapport
I shot the cuban whore, papi met his maker in the humidor
Dove off the boat with the briefcase, no police chase
Then I went and had a cheesesteak from Ishkabibbles
Hit the sizzle, control the whip with one arm like Richard Kimble
Bitch I've been the symbol
Bitch I've been the symbol
Bitch I've been the symbol
Bitch I've been the symbol
Bitch I've been the symbol

[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Ron Simmons[Verse 1]
Gipsy Salami cheese is from the cave
Wild dandelion greens dressed up on the plate
Parmesan crisp, we wildin' in Marea
Doing all the drugs off of Pico and Labrea
Peace to Kings English, sticky green fingers
Brock Fetch Polaroids
Bitches named Inga
Cunnilingus, Buddy Holly singin
Hash between my butt cheeks, hookers in the plush suite
Whole grain mustard, 12 grain bread
Move cocaine out of Spokane, I got no shame
Spit the propane, relieve you of your gold chain
Go to bed without even knowing the hoes name
Hazelnut spread, banana on the bread
Treat you like a shark, put the hammer on your head
Mock neck sweaters, Alpaca on the threads
Fat black leathers. Leave your body in the shed
Damn

[Hook]

Ron Simmons
Peace to motherfucking Iceland
Ron Simmons
Ron Simmons
Ron, Ron Simmons
Ron Simmons

[Verse 2]
Damn, your fucking with a pro kid
No triple A I went straight up to the show, kid
While You can catch me out in Spain on the coast, dick
Don't ever say my fucking music sound like Ghost shit
Born alone, stood strong for half of fifty
Vocal reminiscing of a kid that hold a semi
Old and sweaty, motherfucker shit the bed
They crying in the corner while their shorty give me head
Yeah, ice sculptures, Venezuelan white vultures Chinese wizardry, long capes
Old grapes in the glasses she suck me while I'm flaccid
Every summer catch me grilling steaks by Lake Placid
Dabble then pass it, don't ever babble or get blasted
Bitches ass to ass, double dildos made of plastic
Remain classic with all this flash inside the pan shit
Like Jr. Griffey smashing homers, never land bitch

Damn, we never land bitch
Yeah, we never land bitch
Kinda high, never land bitch
But you can see me eatin Lamb, bitch
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Bonzai[Intro]
My life, my life
Yeah

[Verse]
It's been a minute but your boy back with it
Time to enjoy my chicken (Uh)
Motherfucker, this is big business
My product bangin' like a baked biscuit (Yeah)
Daddy back with his long white Cadillac
Now it's time to take a nappy-nap (Yup)
I'm so chill, it's like I'm in a circle playing hacky-sack
Embroidered dragon on the satin jacket, bastard
I'm always eatin' dinner
Still got the body of a swimmer and I don't like winter no more
You can catch me where the grass is greener
Blastin' Aaliyah (Uh)
Sleep with amethysts around the bed
Quartz go around my head like a force field
Open portals to the stars and it's all real (Yeah, and it's all real, yeah)
Open portals to the stars and it's all real
Now I'm layin' in the bed naked
My chick said I look like Kevin Bacon (For real)
I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not but I'll take it
Three dice in my hand, I might as well shake it (Head crack)
Mommy needs a kitchen set
She off the boat, she don't even know The Simpsons yet (That's crazy)
Told her, "Baby, you ain't livin' yet" (That's crazy!)
Nah, you ain't livin' yet
I might hang off the side of the mountain to trim a bonsai (Uh)
Perfect 10 on the swan dive, uh (Uh)
I could never do no wrong in my mom's eyes
Damn, time flies, and it don't wait for no one (Nobody)
Crash the Benz, buy a new one
And get my baby one too 'cause she a true one
I'll get the red, you get the blue one (Yeah)
I rolled up and then I blew one and she did too, uh
[Outro: ?]
Seen Tom Hardy on the street a few weeks ago
Tom Hardy knew what a real cowboy was
Jimmy Page and Led Zeppelin
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Tapas[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yeah my sole purpose/Long hair, speak Turkish
Twisted sisters out like the UniverSoul Circus
About to cop the crib furnished
Wood burning brick oven shit with the furnace
Quattro fromage
Big plate look like a lobster collage
I'm on the art and the food scene
Fuck rap, laying back, eating poutine
Matter of fact, couple raps will make a coupe lean
While you see me in the shorts all weather
Whether Puerto rica bitches chilling on the boardwalk
Rockaway smelling like Georgi
Ready for orgies, slightly retarded
Breading the porgy
20 seconds dead in the forty
All this money to be gotten
Hailin' from the rotten
Scotch make it neat, no socks on the feet
When I'm stepping the loafer Creamy like the robiola
Guaranteed I'm getting box like an old controller
Baby momma catching cases
High speed chases
Fiends rocking the ID bracelets
You only live once, so fuck if I'mma waste it
I'm in France, stepping on grapes, you can taste it
Yeah, make cheese like the fromagia
Tatted chest cover pain wash the scars
Daddy disapprove of my life just like I'm Marvin Gaye
Keep the Dodge, I want the '87 Saab in gray
[Verse 2]
Stuff a shorty like the man a gut
Light tan on the shoe like banana nut
Strong odor off the weed like your grandma's butt
No attempt to disrespect, but my grandma blunt
But I'm known to eat expensive lunches
From the farm right to the table
Aired straight right to the plate I doubt you could relate
Figs at the peak of their ripeness
Money off this music, motherfucker I like this
So cut the check

[Verse 3]
Ayo, the kush get flipped to a swan origami
Floating in the water, north of North Dakota
Dip to Barcelona Algeria connection
Pussy like a leather jacket
Been to hell and back
They tried to sell me back, but they couldn't
Hookers by the Ho-Jo chillen with Doc Gooden
“tapas up for grabs so fuck it, then why wouldn’t
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Jackson & Travolta[Intro]
Where all the good songs have gone
WCBS FM

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Rocking all green outfits, the budder look like Sun Chips
Suck my son's dick, we in the street like a bum's shit
Bury me on Kissena I'm riding low like a centipede in the Beamer
Million-dollar belt, precious facial features
Acid in the fucking headband, get the bedpan
I'm shitting on myself, and you're the one who gotta clean it
While I lay there, just to get some Ray-Bans? Shit
800 dollars just for play pants
Don't try to touch me with those AIDs hands
Raise my performance fee to 80 grand
Hipster bitches, they pussy smell like seitan
I'm glad I ate lamb

[Interlude: Action Bronson]
Smoke something
Got me fucking…got me hot in here, man
Fuck, bitch, ah
Shit, yo

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
The kid caught herpes from the Rabbi
Yacob from 165, with the bad eye
Drug deal transportation was a cab ride
Displayed on the mantle was a brass lion
Mass from Ireland, give you a casket to lie up in
While an Asian man play the violin
He was taught from age 2, never miss a note
Brought his sister in the bathroom to shit the coke out
I cop the Audi with the poke out
700 thousand dollars at the smokehouse
Drugs in my lungs…ah, fuck
[Bridge]
Fast money 'til we die, peep the resume
Hang-glide into the boat, get my cheddar notes
Keep the shotty in the leather coat
Motherfucker, better know
Fast money 'til we die, peep the resume
Hang-glide into the boat, get my cheddar notes
Keep the shotty in the leather coat
Motherfucker, better know

[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]
Many nights I shot dice in the drug den
My raps permeate from a thug's pen, and love when
I think about my purpose in life, keep soft mouths slurping precise
These bitches love us
We named Pit Bulls after hard liquor (Hennessy!)
Turn the knife in the wound, make it scar thicker
Shit, we still wear jean shorts
Veteran, playing these mean sports
What up Dab?
This ain't boom bap, homie it's doom rap
And your career shit couldn't compare with
Bronsoline and Laurenivici, write fly rhymes and sky dive from Mount Fiji
That's word to my parachute
Old money still flows, last chapter loot
Firearms and novelty beverages
Keep drama riddled with hemorrhages
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It’s Me[Intro]
Fucking wax man
What is this doing to us?

[Verse]
Heading towards a magical path
Rhyming over African jazz
Put the drug inside the crack of my ass
Do a squat then it falls out
Set it off, tell my whore, "Wear the mall out
Cop whatever, put it on the mastercard
Come home so I can fuck you really fast and hard"
(Yo who the fuck you with?) Oh, I'm with that bastard Jon
In the Porsche and the seats are made of mastodon
He had an accident and now he got a plastic arm
Got paid, got his mom a nail salon
Got laid, he can choose 'em from a catalogue
Russian, Taiwanese, whatever
They say I'm looking Siamese in leather
Little red devil on the dresser
Writing red pencil on the letter
Thin slices of the cheddar
Fold it up make my life better
We had the lunch at Osteria Morini
I had the calf's brain
Half glass of Cabernet on the PATH train
New year they still love me for my past fame
Like a soccer player call me by my last name
A young Zinedine Zidane
In Flushing Meadow Park drinking hennessy with mom
You might catch me out in Tennessee with wine
Won't even dine unless the ice sculpture centerpiece a swan
[Outro]
Fly away
Shit, won't even dine
Unless the ice sculpture centerpiece a swan

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La Luna[Intro: Action Bronson & Unknown person/Answering machine]
Yo, yo, I need a car. I have to go to the garden. I'm gonna be late. I need one right now. Can you please call La Luna?
Alright
(Phone ringing) Hello. You've reached La Luna Luxury Car Unlimited Services. If you need a ride to the airport call 1-800 [?] airport. Please hold
Yo, what beat is that, huh? Oh, that shit is funky, what is that? Yo, what beat is that?
It's from the phone
Could rhyme on this. Oh, hell yeah, hahah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Came out the pussy wearing Timbs
Oh, my lord, it's him
Time to put the toys back in the bin
'Cause I'm sick of this shit
Motherfucker sweeter than a licorice stick
And it's rubbing me the wrong way to say the least
I'ma say my peace
And I'ma breeze in the caprice with the gold seats
Bumpin' Boosie on a slow creep
On Collins Ave looking stoned, man, you know me
Asian shooter with the blonde hair, Street Fighter character
Fuck around and suplex 'em through the salad bar
My life is greenlit, no script
And we all know that money be the motive for this whole shit
Bitch, I'm focused like none other, the number one Don Dada
Drop-top, jokes on the youngster, now look at him
Looking slim in the red '89 Testarossa with the wing
Mind blown
[Interlude]
A customer representative will be with you shortly. Did you know we can get to you in just seven minutes? Seven minutes. Call 1-800-80…

[Verse 2]
Your shit lack quality
I'm sittin' right behind my chick makin' pottery
My first joint was like an odyssey
The second joint straight raw like the shaman's feet
Climbed the stairs to the sun
Sacrificed myself for protection of my only son
Keep the bloodline strong while I watch close
To another thousand years, here's a toast (clink)
Champagne drippin' down the beard hair
Supermodel sucking while I steer the long pink Fleetwood
Roll a big fat blunt so you know I'm gonna sleep good
Now

[Outro]
(Uh)
(Rock-a-bye baby, yeah)
(Rock-a-bye baby, uh-huh)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Arts & Leisure[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]
Yo, brown Napoleon Dynamite, white Dolemite
Sho' Ya Right, Holy Moly, totally tight
White America, good morning Erykah
Badu, where are you at?
Allahu Akbar, do that, do that, do that
Do-do that that that
Do do do, do do that
Do that, show that, pro-black, pro-brown
Down, round, getting down, down
Yippee-kai-yai-yay, it's a showdown
Girls say chill, you ain't too cool to be nice to boo-boo
You right, you right, you right, true, true
Sorry if I'm acting too cuckoo
All the zoom zoom got me acting like there's flowers in my doo doo
I'mma roll the dice for some new shoes
If that don't work then, boo hoo
At least you couldn't say I never grew two
If I can't win, then it's lose-lose
Do it for the kids like Blue's Clues
Choo-choo-choose to be
Half-asshole, half-bashful
Uh, give me like half a glass full
Or maybe a quarter that
I'm like a black quarterback
In the motherfucking... oh shit, bobbing, ducking
Weaving, passing and running
Passing and running, passing and running
Like a caravan
Um, wait, what was it?
I don't even know, buddy
Exactly
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
As my grandma knits the sweater
Chickens with the cheddar
Timbos and yarmulkes, you ain't in my genre
Bitch, blow me: harmonica
Arts and leisure, peace to Jon Caramanica
Sam Sifton rate the plate that we feasting on
I jerk my penis off at the precinct, dog
Since a youth, all proposals been indecent, dog
Sense of humor so I'm down for a comedic song
Rub my dick like my zipper when I walk
Touch of Down's Syndrome, flip it when she talks
Gums are purple, teeth monkey
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Latin Grammys[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Aah-ooh)

[Chorus]
I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still fuck these hoes
I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still fuck these hoes

[Verse 1]
You take steps to get to the sex, I just flex (Aha)
Like Lex, dance moves with the pecs (Aha, pecs)
It be like, "Damn, that man smooth like a Corvette"
Vroom vroom through the set, who's next to get suplexed?
Suplex City, bitch
Suplex City, bitch (Ha)
Suplex City, bitch (Ha)
Suplex City, bitch
You know the vibe, your boy been immortalized
Yellow M5 glide like water slide (Oh, so true)
Black trench like the ‘taker (You know me)
Black tint so they can’t make us (The fucking Undertaker)
I fly the plane better than Tom Cruise
Drive cars like Dale Sr. with my feet up
Lotus pose like Shiva on the floor
For the fight with my seat next to Jeter
I told that motherfucker roll the weed up, please
[Chorus]
I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still fuck these hoes

[Verse 2]
My new shit, Only for Dolphins
Then let the slammer off like Dolph Lundgren
You know the Bronco starts howling once the light dims
And he ain't stoppin' 'til the night ends
So go ahead with your pitty pat
My swimming trunks hold fifty racks
Don't make me hit you with the Diddy dance
I carved a hundred skulls into the handle of the mini-Mac
Your boy keeps acid in his sack, daddy
Been hot since miggity, miggity, miggity mac daddy
And that’s a long time
And I could care less what them motherfuckers sayin’
And that’s no lie
Bitch, I’m living la vida loca
Yellow grove, figaro, choke me
Laughing in the mirror like the Joker with the Oakleys
My whole team out for dead presidents like Bokeem
It’s young baklava, you know me, yeah

[Chorus]
I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still fuck these hoes
I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still fuck these hoes
Yeah, I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still fuck these hoes
I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still fuck these hoes
[Outro]
Yeah
Bam bam, baklavizzy
Flushing, Queens shit (Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme dat)
Seventy, seventyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Seven Series Triplets[Intro]

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Uh-huh, yeah, yo
Cash in a brief case, trying to play it smart
Love is a privilege and you better play your part
Don't wanna leave it to the lawyers breath
Snap my fingers, you'll be laying on the foyer steps
Wishing you were a boy again
Late night stand on the roof, smoke a newp
Reminiscing when I had the broken tooth, we were loose
Three different colors on the goose with the boots
Maryland College basketball suits
I drive the 525 made in '95
Shawn Kemps on the pedal, I'm a kamikaze
Right arm hang out the window while I steer left
Near death, slam into a deer's chest
Lights out for a second, but I'm back
Hopped up like a karate master
Still I blast the shottie faster on you bastards, make you backspin
Come out the closet you've been trapped in, that's it
Queens

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Yeah, nigga you know I put the work in
Head shots real precise like a surgeon
I see your heart beating through your shirt, nervous
Nigga shaking in his J's, his legs gave in
Wow, and I ain't even pull the gun off my waist yet
This nigga done got so scared he took a shit
Then I swerved in some low key wheels
And go about my business like it never happened, chill
For reals, pop a couple pills
Cup a drink, come to think about it I feels
Like turning up the rap, ignorant, loud
Like this weed that I smoke, make a thick, yellow cloud
Perpetual payday, my money don't vacay
I'm out seeing the world, my life is so crazy
You could only imagine
But you could never fathom my intelligence, I get at em
[Interlude: Raekwon]
Oh shit, it's real like that, right y'all?
Word up man, pledge allegiance man

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
I Patrick Ewing niggas, long shotties I be 'suing niggas
You gon' pay, face the camera ruin niggas
And my money, I'm collecting and I'm stepping
Might slap the shit out your man and take his weapon
Hungry and angry and I'm savagery, but still
More your majesty, wipe out the cool t-shirt, vacuum it
And I'm gon' keep you rich, so chill
Or you can live with them faggots and stay away from real deal abbots
Death is our game plan, new playing bullets
Come in spray cans, write graffiti all on your vest
Lester, cousin Eve sleeve all greasy
He the best of it, put it right there, you get a check
Slang prostitution, it's prohibition
When we move shit, this is what some niggas suggest
I suggest war, and clout the fake niggas
They could move out, take no chance, you never know, ya'll

[Outro: Raekwon]
For real man, cause we ain't playing no games no more, no more homies
You sit around this, you sit around the best
With gold forks and all that, word up
Y'all niggas that come shine, come through come through come shine, come
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Hot Pepper[Dialogue: Action Bronson, Meyhem Lauren, Jah Tiger and local man]
A: I'm hungry, man
L: Hey, it's the DJ
A: This is the DJ?
L: Yeah
J: [?] vibrate, Haile Selassie, y'know … this is 2011, Caribbean magazine, maybe you know him
A: Aaah, that's the guy
J: Yes
M: We wanna hear you live, talk– let's hear somethin'
J: Come on, come on, come on

[Intro: Action Bronson]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Action Bronson]
I'm steppin' in hotter this year
I'm steppin' in hotter this year
I'm steppin' in hotter this year
I'm steppin' in hotter this year

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yeah, it's me
Yo, these queers tryna rock me to sleep (Never)
But the show got a line
Around five blocks, read it and weep (Bitch)
Shit, I'm unexplained like a lot of things (What?)
If I see it and I want it, I'ma get it baby, ba-da-bing (Bing)
No doors on my jeep (Nope)
That's the case, I had to jump out
And Stacey Dash on police (Yo, I'm out! Yo, I'm out!)
I shoulda tried out for the Chiefs, damn (Uh)
A Hall of Famer at the least, damn (Uh)
This train won't stop, so my chick won't top (Nope)
I'm bouncing down the block in that '62 drop ('62 drop)
I'm so sincere, man, I shit you not (I shit you not)
I'm qualified to speak for my attorneys
Address the jury in a Shaq jersey (The black one)
This is one night only, Dragon vs. Phoenix (Yeah)
I think I'll fuck around and throw Aladdin on the remix (Yeah)
You can never score a point against my defense (No)
For many years, my mind been going off the deep end
Uh, like Tom Hanks with the soccer ball
You get turned into a taco (Mmm)
Uh, they thought Body was Bruce Willis in Morocco
(Hey, Bruce Willis? Bruce Willis?)
Like I said, they'll never find you in a pot roast (Never)
Uh, they'll never find you in a pot roast
[Bridge: Action Bronson]
I'm steppin' in hotter this year
I'm steppin' in hotter this year

[Chorus: Jah Tiger]
When the sun don't shine no more
And the rain keep bubbling down
And it can't exsolve the pain
Baby, you can call my name
When the sun don't shine no more
And the rain keep bubbling down
And it can't exsolve the pain
Baby, you can call my name

[Verse 2: Mayhem Lauren]
Yo, yeah, yo
Suicidal doors, bipolar necklaces
Army suit matchin' this coupe 'cause we perfectionists
Three's basic, forty-five colors on the Coogi
You see me but you never knew me, somethin' like a failed father
Up in Saks bustin' down racks
We out in Bal Harbour, certified
Looking like I'm powerin' appliance
Beefin' over money that can sour an alliance
Infused EVOO, sitting in the cabinet
Used to hold the work under the whip using a magnet
Outfits, controversial like I'm Russell Westbrook
Code name Lorraine, 'bout to hit you with a left hook
And fuck these old niggas actin' like they made us
We superceded everything they did so now they hate us
Take a look at my life, 'cause I'm historical
You the type to compliment a Rolly at the urinal
I'm the type to look up continents and then explore a few
Splash Disaronno in the coffee
This watch is costly, I tell the time with your salary
Every Gucci hoodie that's out, you couldn't style with me
Creamed spinach, vintage, tinted but still shine through
Easy 'fore we up in the spot, I might blind you
Shit
[Chorus: Jah Tiger]
When the sun don't shine no more
And the rain keep bubbling down
And it can't exsolve the pain
Baby, you can call my name
When the sun don't shine no more
And the rain keep bubbling down
And it can't exsolve the pain
Baby, you can call my name
Baby, you can call my name

[Outro: Action Bronson and Jah Tiger]
That's how you perform under pressure
Just cameras and stuff like that, and this man just went in there and knocked it out!
Rastafari, mon, Haile Selassie, monEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Blue Chips[Intro]
[Ed Axley] “I gotta ask this question or I wouldn’t be doing my job...
Would you care to comment on the rumor that you arranged for an automobile to be purchased for (Action Bronson)?"
[Pete Bell] “You know- You know, Ed, you just gotta get your mind out of the gutter
You know, you- you just gotta start thinking straight
I mean, it’s right there in front of you
For Christ’s sake it wasn’t an automobile, I mean, it was a fully loaded Lexus!”

[Verse 1]
Fifty large
Sitting sipping vichyssoise
Silk robes
Pepper on the pasta
Cheeses from Lazio
Pussy mi carpaccio
Lightly dressed
Hairy like a Viking’s chest
Bobby Bacala
Hopping out the Saab
Chris Hansen
Dancin’ in a Swiss mansion
Shorty gorgeous
Daddy keep the wrist handsome
Old Impalas
Keep them jumping like they Steve Francis
Need a Carhartts
Like Dykstra with the car wash
Young Tarbash
Higher than a Star Fox
Monday morning
Caught her back end with the arm slot
Twenty years
Probably catch me with the pony tail
Borsch polish
Sipping out the holy grail
Tear-away pants
Prince Rogers Nelson
We father figures
Famous like DiMaggio
You can tell a tranny by the neck
Catch me in Solana with the bow and arrow
Roasting marrow
Lacoste Sailboat
Tying hookers to the railroad
Doctor Zizmor
On the N train, Astoria-bound
Celino and Barnes
Trying to get the paper right
[Verse 2]
Trying to get the paper right
Guy Fieri shirt
Long pinky nail
Nose numb
Earing with the feather
Every hooker’s name is Heather
The Marlboro hat
The Newport windbreakers
Ne-Yo mixtape cover
Straight from the Aqueduct
Black Acura
Imported straight from Africa
White tigers
Thousand-dollar spatula
Panzanella
Salad with the bread
Big retard sleep with
Towels on the bed
Blue chips with the championship
Plus the Lexus
Weed smell like disinfectant
Fucking bitches pregnant
Stroller from Stockholm
Nanny from Haiti
Boyz II Men posters
Gladys Knight fried chicken
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Thug Love Story 2017: The Musical (Interlude)Action Bronson: "What was that one you were telling me about the other evening, you were singin' about the sister in the street gang?"

L.E.S Ezra :  "Uh you're talkin' about... damn... say some words that I... I got so much shit."

Bronson: "...Lost in the street life..."

L.E.S. Ezra: I'm lookin' for this lady

Bronson:
(There you go, there you go!)

L.E.S. Ezra:
She's special to me
So if by chance you see her
Won't you hit me on the hip, will you please?
I went to Red Cross and I went to the station
I looked up missing persons
And I found out that she wasn't there
Did she find, did she find
Did she find someone new?
Is it true?
Did she find, did she find
DId she find someone new?
I hope it's not true
My sister came over with no smile on her face
She said, "You better sit down"
It's gonna hurt, what she has to say
"That baby's not yours, she belongs to the streets
Where gangsters and hustlers
Where they meet on 125C
She can never be yours, a housewife. you see
She belongs to the ghetto, my friend
She doesn't belong to you or me"
Did she find, did she find...
L.E.S. Ezra: "Let me tell you something about that song. It could go two ways. It could be about drugs, and it could be about a woman."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Wolfpack[Intro: Action Bronson, Action's mother]
Just tell me how high you are
I don't know, what are you giving me?
Just tell– just tell everyone how high you are
No, I can't talk, I'm not telling anyone
I'm not telling anyone
Can you please–
Are you recording me?
No I'm not, can you just–
You are lying
Can you please tell them?
I–I can't describe it, I am so high
That's it, it's like I'm tripping

[Intro]
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah (Wolfpack)

[Verse 1]
Puerto Rican Air Force One's at the wedding (Uh)
I'm only speaking truth
Uh, I might open up for Bruce (I might)
My own horn I don't really mean to toot
Sign big deals with yarmulkes on and suede gloves
It's safe to say your boy done came up
Too much lobster on the plane, the plane won't stay up (Uh)
Bitch, I'm butt naked, laid up
Yo, what the fuck?
(Wolfpack)
[Verse 2]
This dick'll make an R&B chick write a song
About the rain when it falls and the pain that it causes (Uh, uh)
And how she always wakin' up alone?
And now Bronson gotta call Tyrone (Gotta call Tyrone)
Fuck that, I'm tryna blow smoke towards the moon
Till my mind start racing like zoom
I'm hotter than when Bow Wow dropped in the summer
Girls scream and I hop into the Hummer like
Uh, I'm a teenage heartthrob
You smoke little blunts like Kevin Hart's arms (Uh)
My bloodline predate Aardvark and large shark (Uh)
And cookin' flesh off of charred bark (Aaah!)
(Wolfpack, wolfpack)

[Verse 3]
I shot dope before I wrote this
Sniffed coke and did aerobics by the ocean
This is Blue Chips 7 not Usher (Uh)
Big muskets get squeezed like mustard
And motherfuckers flee off in the Nissan (Uhh)
They say that life is like a see-saw
I roll solo, why I got these extra seats for?
Hit eject, watch him free fall (Aaaaaah!)
Better use both fucking feet, dog!
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bam Bam, Blue Chips 7
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Moonstruck[Intro]
Awww yeah! We in the motherfuckin' place tonight!
Show's about to start guys, everybody get to your seats
Bronsolinio's comin' to the stage
Mmm, knew about the local things what they all talkin' about

[Verse 1]
Step in the door, Bronsolini, the mayor
The kush replayer, 80's bushy pussy gushy slayer
I'm a star and I'mma prove it
Saw me in the foreign car, shorty had a movement
Comin to your town, lockin' it down, rockin' it out
I'm on fire there's no stoppin' it now, it's tournament edition
Shorty on the arm an ornament for fishin'
Brussels eatin' breakfast in the Orient for chicken, listen
Know my mother wanna see me win
Slide the crack inside the slot you put your CD in
Give a couple bucks, let me live, puff a dutch
Cause ain't no motherfucker playin' me in Suckerpunch
It's my time, no more standin' in line
Now it's time to eat, paired up with the rarest of wine
Hair red just like the meat, never careless with mine
Play your part and stay sharp daddy, cherish your crime

[Verse 2]
Aiyyo, you couldn't wait to hear this fly shit
Shorty open up your thighs quick, smoke the pussy like a Thai stick
My style is lovin' in the island by Dubai dick
I leave my socks right on the floor cause this is my shit
Intoxicatin' aroma, drugs rolled in a diploma
Beautiful wine, we in Sonoma yo
The cheese plate, fish a pike out the lake
Take a dyke on a date, she let me pipe cause I'm an ape
White limey, maneuver at night, fuck assumption
Bronsolin' bring the truth to the light, that we the best
And ain't no motherfucker tellin' me different
Most talent and I practice, ain't no shock that I'm winnin'
Double-layered linens
Known for sinnin' in cinnamon women in tinted renteds
Cinderella pendants, the Lord flow tremendous
All I got is myself so fuck a co-defendant
Struck ass stripper, she tried to play me yo the whore's demented
[Outro]
Bronsolinio, Amuse Bouche
Just a little fuckin' taste of that mouth bitchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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TANK[Intro: Action Bronson]
Body needs a bat and a black leather to record
Here, take it, get ready

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is it, ah
The eighteen-wheeler papi, we'll drive it through your living room
While you watchin' Maury, true story
Uh, jump in the pool with the tool on me, shredded 240
Who gon' stop me? You and whose army?
Bronson come with the ninja grip
Wheelin' red ninjas down the strip
Phillies to my lip
High as Dark Knight, fuck it, let the card swipe
I'll take that yellow Lamborghini on the far right
As if I fit it
100k for me to spit it
I'm bout' to take a shitted on your fitted with no good luck
Just tragedy and hardship
Another loser on the corner doing card tricks (Ah)
I'm on the plane to Russia with a hard dick and a tank top from Target
Why this blunt taste like Starburst?
And why your girl cheating on you with a player from the San Diego Chargers?
Motherfucker, somehow we got Jeeps in jail
Tell the judge, "It's all good, go 'head and keep that bail"
It's me, you can't touch me
Like Hammer, shit gets crunchy
I do it for the glamour
I do it for my mama
I do it for my people
I do it for myself because there should've been a sequel
But there was complications during, birth given, damn, man
Another night the Moon's shinin', the Earth twistin'
Boo, listen, Daddy swerved the coupe with conviction
Guns under the pillow like my tooth missin'
Everybody know it's me 'cause the roof missin'
You can see my smile from a mile
Yeah
[Verse 2: Big Body Bes]
Oooh, I'm up at bat!
Albanian baseball, I'm swingin' a hammer!
Fuck that!
We've been in the game our whole fuckin' lives!
Only God can bench us!
You was in the dayroom doin' splits!
I told you stop blockin' the TV!
I'm tryna watch Maury!
Ay hang that fuckin' phone up!
We've been ballin' our whole fuckin' lives!
You talkin' to the P-A-L champion!
I does this! Uh!
Fuck her 'til she hates me!
You gotta stab me if you love me
I'm down to die
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Nordic Wind[Verse 1]
Our lungs are filled with the purple from the jungle
Never fumble, got the work right by the grundel
Twin dick-sucks for me and my son
That's before he was three, smoking weed in the blunt
Straight from Flushing, where the birds are hanging dead in the window
Scent of garbage make me sick, getting head in the rental
Got the lamb rack, pan-roasted, laced it with fennel
Little yogurt that been drizzled over might be a winner
Come and see me, Nona hand-makes the fettucini
Halla makes the baklava - getting paper kahskaval
Lahmacun Salad-smoking savage out of Sarasota
Macho man, the taco stand is where the hook is kept
30 dollars get you pussycat, right in the kitchen where they cooking at
Manteca, architecture Art Deco
Twist the pussy like a soft pretzel
I'm such a special guy, I'd rather die than ever testify
You'd sooner see me at the party with a vest and tie
Shorts, that's my steez when I'm stepping
Strolling down the streets like the westerns
Double weapons, at my sides and preparing for the showdown
Spinning like a wild maneuver, wilding at the ho down
Hold ground, stand firm, you little sissies got a chance
Now it's time to give a man burn

[Verse 2]
Yo, you try to fuck with Bronsolini, it's a crucial calling
Guaranteed you're gonna lose just like the Brooklyn brawler
Mister Wonderful in short-sets, Cortex
Gore-tex the bottom of the feet in case the floor wet
Floral scented, hand-crafted on the mother earth
Kinda strange, things been funny since my brother's birth
Shaking hands as if the money connect
Blow a ransom on the yacht, have a seed in Quebec
Respect my exquisite mystique, pretty petite
Little hookers running wild, giving head in the street
But still, slicing nuts, clean off that's with the razor
I'm laughing in the tavern in fresh Brunos and blazers - chilling
Spark the pepper
Queens shit, spark the pepper, PSEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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FunkMaster Flex Freestyle (1/14/15)[Intro: Funkmaster Flex, Action Bronson and Big Body Bes]
F: You know what it is, you see me! Funk Flex, you see what– we make it happen! Download that DJ Funk Flex app right now! You see me with the a.k.a Young Chocolate, ladies, you see me! My ma– my man Action Bronson is here, baby!
A: Uh! Young renegade, yo, Body, what up, Body?
B: I'm out here, man, take 'em back! '99, I got it shakin' in front of Skate Key, you wasn't wit' me!
A: Uh! You know what I'm sayin'?
B: [?], man. We out here, shout-outs to [?], Fordham Road, we out here wildin'!
A: Yo, yo, I got this, baby. I got this

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yo, spent your advance on one trip to Six Flags
With a handicapped class with your candy rap ass
Bitch, you singin' like Frankie Lymon
Fuck around, you might break your hymen
Then somebody's gonna have to clean the mess up
Like you fuckin' spilled ketchup
Fuckin' flawless from the neck up
If you want it, better step up
You don't wanna feel that brat-tat-tat-tat
Come through the fuckin' ball court with Salt-N-Pepa
Hold on, hold the fuck on, yo

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Yo, yo, yo, listen, yo, yo
If I die, change my suit four times at the wake
Make sure I get my dick sucked also
Uh, everybody wearin' white clothes
Crush cocaine, put it up your right nose
You might see me lookin' homeless
Hoppin' out the rover, parrot on my shoulder
Just say, "What up," I might acknowledge you
My shit is crazy, though appear to be a common dude
I only deal with people that invent shit
'Cause after rap there ain't no pension
And I'm just tryin' to be the next George Foreman
Inventin' new grills so Jadakiss could cook the base on it
I might take a shit in some expensive jeans
I got expensive habits
My kids are mixed like Lenny Kravitz
It's not me rappin', it's the parrot
And if I punch you in the face
You'll never eat a motherfuckin' sandwich!
Body!
[Interlude: Action Bronson, Big Body Bes and Funkmaster Flex]
B: Oh my God!
A: Queens in the motherfuckin' building, man! Flex, you hear me, man?
F: I hear you!
A: Yo, shout-outs to my brother Alchemist, man! Yo, Body, tell 'em somethin', son! Uh!
B: I cry– I can't eve– I feel like speaking Puerto Rican, right now
A: Yo, I got this, son. I got this. I got this. Yo, yo

[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
These dudes wanna claim king, you're dealing with immortals
Fuck being cordial, I'm laughin' while I'm dancin' in the ball room
Former king's head lay in the guillotine
Snap my fingers, chop that motherfucker for the village to see
Ain't no man walking iller than me
If you see me, better kneel on the knee
I'm like a one-in-a-million case
Brilliant face, crooked J tryna put me in the cage
Turn the page, bitch, I'm paid
I been around the world more than Carmen Sandiego
Raw meat thrown to lions under the table
Grown men breakin' bread while your face bled
Found him face down in the shed like a base head
Switch plates on the Civic, pivot
Exotic places that they rap about, I live it
Fat boy, I'm eatin' all the spinach
Hold up a second, baby, I ain't even finished, nah
I dropped 50 grand on my man's bail
Two hours later, he was tan as a potato
From a foreign land that once was occupied by NATO
Every line is nasal
We deal with more numbers than times tables
Bodies get found in the ground by neighbors
I'm in the bathroom reading the paper, laid up
Sharp blade cut, need a top, girly-girlies like it
The ones that go two ways, it's just my blue phase
Shit, dawg, yo
I'm in the bathroom reading the paper, laid up
Butt-naked in the Lamborghini
These motherfuckers can't see me
The Magic Johnson of the game, these lames don't want to play with me
You hear me?
Queens in the motherfuckin' building!
[Outro: Funkmaster Flex, Action Bronson and Big Body Bes]
F: New York City, listen, man. I'ma– I'ma keep it– I'ma keep it official today. Yo, this boy Action Bronson is the nicest in the game right now, bruh
A: Uh!
F: We gon' keep it official. This is a mean freestyle
B: You hear that?
A: Uh!
F: He's the nicest in the game, we gon' keep it official
A: QU!
F: Yo, listen, you're more than welcome to disagree, I don't think many people gon' disagree
A: Shout-outs to Body
F: Mean
A: Shout-outs to Alchemist, Meyhem Lauren, Jay Steel, we the fuck out hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Mr. 2 Face[Intro: Action Bronson]
Yeah! Bam Bam
Live from Jamaica
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
I'm feelin' like the Phantom of the Opera
Hangin' from the ladder of the chopper
I might splatter if I drop
They say I look Spanish in the drop
700 horses go "VROOM" then I vanish off the block
Now I'm in the store playin' lotto in a wife beater
One sock on, chancletas
Screamin', "You better give me my cheddar before I break shit"
Man let me stop, it's only good vibrations
How could I be mad at this view?
Strange patterns in the skies, snakes that fly
The mothafuckin' stakes are high
Look the other way when jakes roll by
For my birthday, put a hundred thousand in the cake, oh my
I think I might flip into the ocean
Press the pedal of the M3, yellow
Soundin' like explosions, baby girl, don't play with my emotions
Don't baby, don't baby

[Hook: Jah Tiger]
I'm Mr. 2 Face
Time you ah waste
I'm mistress 2 Face
Time you ah waste
I'm Mr. 2 Face
Time you ah waste
I'm mistress 2 Face
Well done again
[Verse 2: Jah Tiger]
Mi as a ras mi haffi deh pon dem case
Know the tribulation, we all over your face
Dat's why mi nuh mingle inna no rat race
As a ras, mi carry a permanent smile upon mi face

[Hook: Jah Tiger]
I'm Mr. 2 Face
Time you ah waste
I'm mistress 2 Face
Time you ah waste
I'm Mr. 2 Face
Time you ah waste
I'm mistress 2 Face
Look Yah!

[Verse 3: Jah Tiger]
Meet you a while ago and you have one face
Meet you dis hour with a different face
Dat fi show say that you have two face
Your have a clean face and a dirty face

[Hook: Jah Tiger]
I'm Mr. 2 Face
Time you ah waste
I'm mistress 2 Face
Time you ah waste
I'm Mr. 2 Face
Time you ah waste
I'm mistress 2 Face
Well done again
[Verse 4: Jah Tiger]
Gwan like you ah work offa Satan face
Like you ah work offa Lucifer face
Like you ah work offa the devil, him face
Satan couldn't lend I man none o' him face

[Hook: Jah Tiger]
I'm Mr. 2 Face
Time you ah waste
I'm mistress 2 Face
Time you ah waste
I'm Mr. 2 Face
Time you ah waste
I'm mistress 2 Face
Watch this!

[Verse 5: Jah Tiger]
Englishland people from all different race
The people scatter all over the place
You can hear it from the keyboard, the drum and the bass
As a ras, mi nuh do my tings inna haste

[Hook: Jah Tiger]
I'm Mr. 2 Face
Time you ah waste
I'm mistress 2 Face
Time you ah waste
I'm Mr. 2 Face
Time you ah waste
I'm mistress 2 Face
Well done
[Verse 6: Meyhem Lauren]
White rum and Ting, Magnum and tonic
Jamaica to Jamaica, goddamn, it's so ironic
Shots of JB at the 'dega party
Uh, can't walk, I can stagger hardly
Rasta tanktop, lookin' like it's '92
Mr. 2 Face, rasclot, we gon' find you
I'm livin' off the land like the Ital man
How to stay alive? That's a vital plan
Black sand beach, Boston Bay snapper
Curry on the lobster, jerk is comin' after
Take a shot of Jager, bone slide with a slide
Everything irie, there ain't no fuckin' up my vibe
June plum juice drippin' down my chest
Open off a bad girl, damn I'm such a mess
Flex with the top down, I'm doin' the pepper seed
Ask the dread who got the better weed

[Bridge: Action Bronson & Meyhem Lauren]
Freak dancin' in the basement, grindin' in the hallway
That's right, we do it all day
Freak dancin' in the basement, grindin' in the hallway
That's right, we do it all day

[Outro]
Give me your love
Give me your loveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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In The City[Intro: SkeeTV Interview]

[Hook: Jeff Woods]
In the city of big dream and bright lights
What you see is what you get so motherfucker look twice
Hard times, just tryna get by
I remember a night when I was tryna get high
So much stress

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
New at the game but I learn quick
Everything I purchase I've earned it
You can catch me in suburban swervin'
Window half down think I'm German
Hit the tree's now I'm bent, use febreeze for the scent
Hide the G's in a vent so you see the boy wiggle the keys to the Benz
One and only, Bam Bam, Flushing, Queens represent
After we shoot we throw the tec out, at least 10 stacks when I step out
Through explanations from the chefs mouth
No more stress

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Tires screech for the iron I reach reclining the seat
Now you sleep, the shit is pure have you grinding your teeth
See a smile on ya face but you dying underneath
What it be? ain't nothing, stay stunting
Jewerly on the wave runner
Bronsolino smoother than some shea butter
Chillin by the mountains like a grey hummer
Ate dinner while they played the whispers
I had the fish it was the delicious, had hibiscus syrup
Trips to Europe, bitch I'm here cheer up
Have a beer, pull a chair up, there's some things we got to clear up
I'm the motherfucking man, dyke, big stack of money with the rubber band tight
Lie with the left, shake hands right
Thank you for coming good night
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Prince Charming[Verse 1]
I finally found love and it's fucking beautiful
I no longer bite my nails down to the cuticles (No more)
My sex stories ain't suitable for listeners
Cause prisoners to wack off, aw man (Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill)
Enough of that soft shit, me by myself is like the four horsemen
You're just a poor sportsman, your sports car could be your coffin
The thought of revenge release endorphins
That make me feel just like I'm swimming with some dolphins (God damn)
Ring, ring for this I gotta call 'em baby, shit, I might retire
Spend the rest of my days down in New Orleans maybe
Money changed me for the better
So I brought it back and got the all black Jetta
With the header and the leather bra
Thinking back like "Shit, dog, you really set the bar"
High as fuck 'bout to twist another
Too many people gone, damn, we miss our brothers
What the fuck is going on? A strange sense, ah
Something's going wrong, I can feel it in my fingers, man, shit
A strong scent lingers
Something's going wrong, I can feel it in my fingers
Like arthritis when it's raining, uh

[Bridge]
Let it rain on me
Let it rain
Uh, it's me
On me
[Verse 2]
It only took me nine times to make a debut, tenth time's a charm, shit (True)
Now man’s on road, that means I'm hard
Charge whatever on the Visa card, half moon Caesar parts
A lot of motherfuckers blind, they couldn't see the art
War stories, throw 'em through a stack of tables
Wrap my body in a stack of Bibles ‘cause shit could get dangerous
Bam Bam splash off the turn buckle (Splash)
Now you no longer have to use your nerves or muscles
We'll see who loves me if I need a liver, shit
You feel defenseless in the presence of a stripper (Shit)
You cannot be trusted with the access to the money
I crash more Benzes than when they practice with the dummies
I make these bastards look funny, Bugs Bunny, pussy
I make these bastards look funny, Bugs Bunny (Bugs Bunny)
Uh, yeah, these motherfuckers must be crazy, ‘cause I ain't going nowhere
Until I'm called up to the stars, then I'll go there
Until then, I'm back here to live another life
But for now I'm asking ladies like "What's up tonight?"
Baby, what's up tonight?
Yeah, what's up tonight?

[Outro]
I got the True Religion jean suit
G-Unit sneaker shit
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Morey Boogie Boards[Intro]
Morey Boogie Board shit
Off the coast
Sand bars
Bam Bam

[Verse 1]
I got the mental of the Bad Lieutenant
We gamble drug money, riverboats, Cadillacs
Talkin' 'bout a prison note
Lemon zest is subtle in the fish they call the cuttle
We grew up in the gutter break your jaw like a huddle
Morey boogie boards wax the top so we stay on
Wrist strap is pitch black, 360 shades on
I won't stop until the wall's got Monet's drawn
The farmland and other animals to graze on
I'm always smoking on the potent straight from Oakland
I'm rising like a soufflé, you know you gotta serve it quick
Just dust me off with cheese, pussy straight from Persia bitch
They'll find your leg in Maine, your torso out in Jersey snitch
I rock the lenses Caminiti wore
I roll a fifty of the dour to the neck and take a city tour
Any genre got the salsa and the gritty raw
Timeless, my mother's diamonds 1954

[Hook x2]
I gotta get that dough, I want the Beamer with the racing seats
Pound the ground with my feet to make the pavement speak
And tell me secrets that she's never told a soul to
The price of living your decisions could control you
Yeah Bronsolino
Queens
Real shit
Queens

[Verse 2]
I sign my name like I'm Mantle, never sticking to the script
Be with people off the boat, seven languages and shit
Bring tradition to the street, get you lifted off your feet
Like my daughter at the park, no taking orders after dark
Cause they expect it
So wake up early, hop off the shitter
Employ a lawyer that's been bar mitzvahed
Never trust a goyim, see me sippin' spritzer, hookers with Spitzer
And Mr. Wedge, 30 dollars hollers never tip her
This condensation that be building in the weed jar is bothersome
Half of my leg covered with Robinson's
The FernGully in this dutch, me and Steele smokin'
Jail letters, pretty bitches gettin' peeled open

[Hook x2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Blackbird[Intro]
Bam Bam, Bronsolino
Closed Sessions
Queens shit, Chicago

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Bitches kissing me the French way, now suck my son’s dick
He only four, when he twenty he gon’ run shit
Suede suit, waves spinning ‘cause he half black
But for now he need his blanky for his nap nap
Snapback, Knicks starter hat, ninety four
Signed by Mason, Queens domination
Green tea’s got my eyes kind of Asian
Like the bitches Dante Ross be tying in his basement

Hold the fuck up man
(yo, nah, nah, we can’t even do it like this man)
Yo we gotta give it to ‘em the right motherfucking way man
(here we go)
You didn’t come all this way for nothing right?

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
You either got it or you don’t, the ratings say I’m through the roof
Leather gloves grip the wood wheel
Have my shorty make a good meal, smoking cabbages
Rocking fabrics, sport the big beard like I’m Arabic
Uh, motherfuckers see the Halibut
And put some lemon on the side to clean my palate with
Summer radishes, chicken down at Gladys’
Down at BlackBird with hoodies and some Balances
Running and gunning, I’m Randall Cunning, my skin is stunning
Butt like an onion, she order lobster I’m hitting something
Mouth or butt, maybe pussy, smoking cookie
Girl scouts that ain’t never went the church route
Plane lands, Chicago be the destination
Five courses, gorgeous on the presentation
Roam the streets where Capone was at the throne
I write these lyrics with the music from my phone
I’m a young Mike Singletary, style shitty like a dingleberry
Push the bent like I’m Richard Dent
Steve McMichael, Paxson with the 3
You know my jacket flashing fashion pass the D
Damn man, I’m out of fucking breath
(yeah man)
You gotta give me another second because uh
(I’m a fat fuck man)
Honestly I’m a overeater and I’m not even allowed to eat
(I’m a little bit heavy and overweight)
Just give me one second
(y’all don’t even know I’m starved, I’m starved)
Alright, I-I’m in, I’m in

[Outro]
FILA cream three-quarter dipping over your Greek daughter
Pussy tasting like Kadaif, honey mixture with the sweetwater
Sweet water
Yo
Queens shit man
I love you
GoodbyeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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The Choreographer[Produced by Daringer]

[Intro]
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Get 'em!

[Chorus]
I'm the man right now
I got the plan right now
Fuck that, I got the world in my hand right now
I should be somewhere sunny, gettin' tanned right now
Uh, but I'ma show you how to move
I'ma show you how to dance
Got the pistol in my pants
I got the pistol in my pants
I'ma show you how to dance, uh

[Verse 1]
The full moon make me loco
Like I sniffed a whole baseline of coco
Man, I took the speedboat for a joy ride
At one point I was flyin' baby, no lie
What'd I do to have a life like this?
Ass so fat on my wife like, shit!
And your boy got a stomach like Buddha
Chandelier hanging from the ceilin' of the Cougar, ah
50K in a swimtrunk in a brown paper bag like a kid's lunch
Thug passion in a sippy cup
A 100 dollars worth of haze in a blunt, bitch
[Chorus]
I'm the man right now
I got the plan right now
Fuck that, I got the world in my hand right now
I should be somewhere sunny, gettin' tanned right now
Uh, but I'ma show you how to move
I'ma show you how to dance
Got the pistol in my pants
I got the pistol in my pants
I'ma show you how to dance, uh

[Bridge]
One time for the big girls
Two time for the big girls
Ooh, you know that I need that
Uh, you can find me where the weed at
One time for the big girls
Two times for the big girls
Ooh, you know that I need that
Uh, you can find me where the weed at

[Interlude]
Somebody sleepin' in my bed

[Verse 2]
All I do is bump Dru Hill
Damn, I should have took the blue pill, it's too real
I signed for two for 22 mil'
Option for the third
You ain't poppin' on the curb
We never see you in the street
And me, I'm always on the town
You hear me?
[Chorus]
I'm the man right now
I got the plan right now
Fuck that, I got the world in my hand right now
I should be somewhere sunny, gettin' tanned right now
Uh, but I'ma show you how to move
I'ma show you how to dance
Got the pistol in my pants
I got the pistol in my pants
I'ma show you how to dance, uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Drug Shit[Verse 1]
Straight from the depths of Queens
Leave you sleeping on the mezzanine
Like you Lincoln, and switch into a desert scene
Often heard, but this motherfucker seldom seen
I'm throwing blows while you're waiting for the bell to ring
Drug smoking, raisins make the pasta sweet
Slumped over when the barrel and your posture meet
Stay lean like some motherfucking ostrich meat
You full of shit, it's time to get a colonoscopy
Scissor kicks, dick's up for Miss Elizabeth
Lex Luger arms, four in the morning in the dark with the computer on
Waste of my time - my thoughts are patient, [?] replaced in my mind
Born to shine like the eyes on a cat
Same cat fuck around, put the knife in your back
Cause it's nothing, we live and let die and roam the land
And you bluffing, you lifted the cards and showed your hand, pussy
Tailor-made rubber, rubber made reliable
Never spill the soup, rock a linen suit
Play the streets like the ball court, spin and shoot
Strong as Popeye, dipping in a spinach Coupe
Pull my nuts out your mouth, let me breathe for a minute, please
Your life is cheap like a hooker in the Philippines
About to be a huge star and I'm still in Queens
You on the shelf like a figurine
Drugs infesting my mind, but I'm destined to shine
Spit the shit to keep these motherfuckers pressing rewind
Thousands of pounds of pressure pressed on your spine
Lift the vine, free the bonds - lead the blind, read the signs
Hands up like you stepping in the party
Now you getting robbed, motherfucker, with the shotty
Said you pottied - make your body do an ollie
Then dig your shorty out cause I geeked her up on molly
Have her eating dick, no need for seasoning
If seven dudes are in the room, then she's pleasing 'em
Like a tropper, hit her in the pooper
Throw her in the shower then I take her out to LUPA
I'm kinky, I'll hit it even if it's stinky
Put 'em in the shower, make the pussy brand-new
Ran through, give her money's what I can't do
Stuff her lunch box and burn her with a candle
Consensual rate, vinegar solutions
Animal abusing, down with revolutions
Don't get me pissed off, fuck around, rip your tits off
Still getting head even if my dick soft
Rising quick, no Fleischmann's
I'm in the end zone with one leg up, posing like Heisman
Throw it like Theismann, suede foot
With the village leader, smoking a pipe with seven wise men
I eat the biggest piece of chicken at the table
Let 'em know I'm hungry, Polo on the Rugby
The .44 long, surely got a trusty hove
Tryna live the American dream, Dusty Rhodes, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Muslim Wedding[Intro]
Should have brought that wasabi
That horseradish
Cubed up
Fuckin' sniffin' that horseradish

[Verse 1]
Yo I'm the young Laird Hamilton
Hoppin' out the chopper
Scorin' like I'm Messi but this game is far from soccer
Giambi on the lenses and the juice is from the doctor
Jar still full of drugs
An 80s Caddy painted aqua
Take these and freeze they nose
Dick sucked by a seasoned pro
Info on the need to know
Motherfucker you don't need to know
Gimme trees to blow
I keep the caesar low
I want the head, the shoulders, and the knees and toes
From the hottest summer to the freezing snow
Mind higher then a bleeding nose
I'm Bobby Fischer
Check mate
You're like a Spanish Roasted Chicken
Break your chest plate
And yes I just ate
I keep that napkin near me
My favorite uncle went to summer camp for racketeering
[Hook]
Tossin' money like a Muslim Wedding
Sleep on satin bed sheets with the custom threading
Tossin' money like a Muslim Wedding
Sleep on satin bed sheets with the custom threading

[Verse 2]
This be that whore house visitor
Watch em' while they scissor
103 your Roosevelt
Fancy on the shoes and belt
Nasty pussy tuna melt
Stinky like a China street
You're bound to find me where the corporate and the grimy meet
Lay flat on designer sheet
She kept asking me to grind her grease
So I pound a freak like a pound of meat
Top dog cause I hound the street
I'm makin' poopy on your head cause this is easy
Old Italian men inside the kitchen making cheeses

[Hook]
Tossin' money like a Muslim Wedding
Sleep on satin bed sheets with the custom threading
Tossin' money like a Muslim Wedding
Sleep on satin bed sheets with the custom threadingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Bag of Money[Sample: The Big Lebowski]
"Where's the fucking money, shitheaddddddddd???!!!"

[Action Bronson]

Yo, fucking Paulie TRYBE, man
Get your muthafucking hand out her asshole
We gotta go, fam, we gotta go, kid
Yo, get the whip, get the whip!

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

I'll take 21st Century poets that's for a thousand
Curly hair or Nubian women get me aroused
To the point I wanna gamble it all
I was smashing from the back
She put her hands on the wall
She couldn't take the thrust
Only lust like a fiend for the dust
Or the pizza from Pezzi, perfect
Want to sleep with the crust
Or the 740 Alpina, leather seats is a must
And my shorty holding a nina
Rolling green in a duuuuuuuuuutch!
Bronsolini, organically I rise to paper
In the purest form, lyrically derived from nature
Like the Amazon, put your cameras on
Watch this muthafucka turn into an animal!
Light stubble, rock the muzzle like Hannibal
Jump off the top of the boat into a cannonball
Hoes with gold teeth, we off the coast of Greece
In under 3 seconds, muthafucka load the piece
Kid, the bag of money coming with me
You muthafucka
The bag of money coming with me
Yeah, the bag of money's coming with me
Muthafucka you

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]

Surprise! Lauren is in the house
I eat fowl birds and keep a hen inside my mouth
Always extra, guest featuring with Dr. Lecter
Like Bald Head Slick, I hold my mic like a scepter
Rest in peace, Guru, son I rep Q-U
Chains on chunk
They looking at me like "who you?!"
These handmade Cubans probably fucking up my posture
Pesto sauce properly drizzled upon my pasta
No imposter, son I'm authentic
Around drugs so much, I'm probably raw scented
Bag of money dips, triceps is all dented
Precise painting pictures
Think about life and then I pen it
Nike Air extraordinaire, it’s a cold world, prepare
That’s what it is, dad
Winterize your vehicle
I love kicks like Action Bronson loves a reefer pull
Peace to good, bad girls that let us both sleep with you
The bag of bitches coming with me
Word up, son, all the bitches coming with me
Yeah, yo, the bag of bitches coming with me
We go raw son, all the bitches coming with me!

We making babies tonight, nigga
Yeah, smoke what you want, sniff what you want
You wanna have five daddies, you ever have five daddies before?

[Verse 3: Action Bronson]

Ayo, 2010, got ‘em buzzing like a beeper
Round table discussion
Conference in Geneva
Leaders at the table, poly over nasal
Forty seven minutes since the time I lit the basil
My rhymes are carte blanche
Liver than the Oscars
Extra virgin olive oil drizzled on the pasta
Fry the bacon, make it sizzle for the chazers
Honor in this thing of ours
Living like the mobsters
Compliments go to the chef and that’s the real
My crew of goonies in the joint
We need some extra veal
You know the Caddy got an extra wheel
And if I’m ever in a pickle, I can hand a fucking Tek to Steele
Take aim and knock an apple off your head
And I’m a play like Polamalu
You get tackled for the bread
We’re running in your crib
Your shorty shackled to the bed
Money laying on the Persian
Leaking plasma from the lead
And it’s on!
[Outro: Action Bronson & Meyhem Lauren]

The bag of money’s coming with me, muthafucka
(It’s all coming with us, nahimean?
Outdoorsmen!)
Queens, kid, the bag of money’s coming with me
Uptown connection, you fucking pussy
(Word up, man, It’s all marvel
Ya’ll niggas know everything is marvel)
Bronsonlini, Bronsolovski, Team Facelift
(Everything we drink, everything we smoke
Everything we buy, everything we sell
It’s all marvel!)
My muthafucking man Shaz
Paulie TRYBE, Paulie Walnuts
(Action Marvel, Meyhem Marvel, nahimean?)
Machine, Fonda, Tommy Guns
(Tommy Marvel, Marvel is everybody’s middle name we fuck with
Meyhem Marvel Lauren, it’s all marvel
The bag of money’s coming with us)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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I Adore YouOpen eyes, light the joint, take a piss
Make two farm fresh scrambled eggs with the grits
Classic club soda, splash with the twist, lime
Placed on my wrist: custom Swiss time
Hit the slopes, custom case for the smoke
Lifted up, flour for the cake getting sifted up
Make it fluffy... poof
Bring your fucking buttcheeks here... boof
Man, I fucking stand on my own, pockets getting thick like Luthor
Hundred dollars all it takes to get a kid to shoot ya
Dip to the Red Roof Inn, have a sandwich
At 7:30, on the Greyhound back to Kansas
My life is written, you sittin' while you pissin'
I'm only sittin' if I'm shittin'
And I'm shittin' often, I'm a boss
Smokin' while I'm coughin'
50 piece, a mummy that was laid inside the coffin
Extract the blood from the mosquito
In the amber, Deion Sanders on my feet inside the Regal
My shorty tan, last name Esposito
And gettin' money every day my destiny though
You could mistake me for a truck driver
On the strip, paying 30 for a muff diver
She had the red pussy hairs like a brush fire
Peace to Jamaican big girl, 'nuff iyah
[Outro]
Girl, why you running from me? Bitch I adore you
Come back sit in the chair baby you're royal
No one above you, need you in my life
What I would do without you? I need you
Standby
Please don't goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Compliments To The Chef[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Compliments to the chef, the baby lamb was perfect
Now I smoke the drugs that got me feelin' like I'm surfin'
Dusk on the North Shore, hash on my person
Roll it to a snake then I wrap it like a turban
We in the jungle with the shaman
Tryna find these answers to these problems I've been ponderin'
Now these motherfuckers hollerin' with their lips puckered like collagen
Sell me the world, and my kids, put them in colleges
But daddy get it by himself on the reg
Stuffed zucchini flowers, mix ricotta with the egg
Chopped parsley, soft flakes, Himalayan mines
Meditation time help me penetrate the mind
December 2nd '83, I was created
My vision's wide of the human being jaded
It's just reality, dealt with on a daily basis
Big Body put the burner in these bitches faces

[Hook: Lauriana Mae]
Oh, they're selling dreams out here in every corner store
Pawn 'em on the streets, I feel, they're selling me the world
But if it all goes up, it could all come down the same
So when I go where I go I remember where I came...
Remember where I came from

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Yo, yo can lead a horse to water but you can't make 'em drink it
Two in the pink, two in the stink
Leather colored goulash, talks with Lou Dobbs, create some new jobs
In '87, saw my father in a blue Saab
Right seat sittin', left hand shiftin'
You know that every team needs a Paxson and a Pippen
Bronson rappin' like he on an acid tab trippin'
You changin' with the moon with a Maxi Pad drippin'
High-five love, 5'5, plump
Sell the pussy 'til the shit look like a Ty Cobb glove
Bring me back the money then I dip to Arizona
Put my balls in your mouth, bubble tea, tapioca
Smoked shark, speakin' in a Nordic slang
Baby blue eyes, important like an August rain
Clear water from the creek keep me nourished
Keep my head up, never discouraged, pussy bitch
[Hook]

[Outro: Lauriana Mae]
Yeah... remember where I came from...
Remember where I came from...
Yeah... remember where I came from...
Remember where I came from...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Jar of Drugs[Intro: Action Bronson]
Bronsolino.... no
Straight from the galaxy
Drug abusin'

[Sample: Harry Fraud's trademark shout-out]
La musica de Harry Fraud

[Hook: Action Bronson] x2
I got the jar full of drugs
Fridge is filled with snapple
Southern coast of France
Tart fennel with the apple
The feet are purple cause I'm stepping on the grapes
Consensual the rape
I got the presence of the greats

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
We grip grains
Switch lanes
Been fucking since the fifth grade
I never rock the ring or necklace with a bitch name
A thick frame
Flawless victory my dick game
Is Mortal Kombat, you still a shorty shit stain
My drug, blood, beauty, origami cranes
Perfection like an Asian's math
Neat like an Irish drink
You know that Bronson like a swimmer cause I dive in pink
You sooner see me out in Africa with tiger mink
We make your father curtsy
Cut off his manhood
Come through in Beamers
Interior leather tan wood
The shoes are suede
Off the reservation - redfoot
These stripper bitches in my bed
They give me head good
[Hook: Action Bronson] x2

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
This is blood sport
Kick boxer, double impact
Kick it like a Van Damme foot
You get your shit cracked
I'm out for justice
Above the law and hard to kill
G-g-guard your grill
Catch me hoppin' out the hard De Ville
Hammers are pointing my direction to the top
The loafers show off my ankle
Getting shifty in the drop
Kid, twist up the pot
Through my nostrils to the atmosphere
No middle man
You deal directly with the captain here

[Movie sample: Out For Justice (1991)]
"You still suckin' it. When your brother was around town suckin' dicks, just the same... you shouldn't talk so tough."
"My brother was here, you wouldn't talk so tough like that."
"Yeah, well he's not here. You know why he's not here?"
"Why?"
"Cause he's a chickenshit fuckin' pussy asshole!"
[Hook: Action Bronson] x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Strictly 4 My Jeeps (Remix)[Intro: LL Cool J & Action Bronson]
La musica de Harry Fraud
Queens
Better slow down baby
One two, one two
Uh, better slow down baby
Just pulled up to the club on your mother's back

[Hook: Action Bronson]
You need to slow down baby
My whole team cash and load out baby
I’m a hero in my hometown, baby
Stop talking, just go down, baby

[Interlude: LL Cool J]
Ayo, Action
It ain't no fun if the G.O.A.T. don't get none!

[Verse 1: LL Cool J]
The ripper, the master, charismatic bastard
Game is strange like blondes Ramadan fasting
Indoor pool look like Uncle Luke's casting
Never too old to fly a fake bubble ass in
Peep the rhetoric, nobody can better it
None of y'all confederates, I'm daddy, you're a surrogate
Murder these mics, boy, felon after the predicate
Fuck what you heard, baby, that shit's all irrelevant
Third as fly or half as intelligent
Step on that horseshit like Hannibal's elephants
Watered-down garbage ass rappers prevalent
All I wanna know is how the fuck y'all sellin' it?
Ahahahaha!
[Hook: Action Bronson]
You need to slow down baby (slow down)
My whole team cash and load out baby (no!)
I’m a hero in my hometown, baby (Flushing!)
Stop talking, just go down, baby

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
In front of Queens Center Mall, leg up on the sweatpants
Same outfit every country that the jet lands
Jetlagged, just left France
Stuff a motherfucker face into a bedpan
Shimmy in the GMC Jimmy
So I can make assists like Mike Bibby
Nice titties on a dyke that like swimming
Smokin' drugs, rollin' dice, and white linen
89 Testarossa, will I fit in?
The Jeep's so big make you wanna take a shit in it
Your bitch been in it
Treated her mouth like I was primitive
I talk shit cause I'm livin' it
It's me!

[Hook: Action Bronson & Lloyd Banks]
You need to slow down baby (slow down, baby)
My whole team cashin' lowdown baby
I’m a hero in my hometown, baby (hometown, baby)
Stop talking, just go down, baby
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Uh! I'm a mac, she gon' hook a nigga up on the expressway
That neck play, thousand diamonds in my x-ray
Light the park like when the Mets play
Clean as a fuck, we make a mess, hey, I'm beamin' on up
Twenty bucks, twenty women, spend my evenin' on stuck
I get em out on clockwork, hit my sleeve with the cuff
They know what's up
Young, black, and hungry in the presidential
A hundred somethin' dimes, white 11 special
Takin' a moment while you're roamin'
I set the trap, set back, watch my cologne win
Designer logo on my uni while I'm rollin'
Crowded pockets in her Louis bag are Trojans
Banks!

[Hook: Action Bronson]
You need to slow down baby
My whole team cashin' low-down, baby
I’m a hero in my hometown, baby
Stop talking, just go down, baby

[Outro: Action Bronson & LL Cool J]
You need to slow down baby
I'm out here, but don't ever fuckin' get it twisted
I’m a hero in my hometown, baby
We on the strip, Friday night, it's lookin' like the award show
You need to slow down baby
Catch me with my bitch, hair color hot sauce
I’m a hero in my hometown, baby
Oh, man, look who just fuckin' pulled up! (What up?)
It's meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Big League Chew[Intro: Action Bronson]
Yeah..
Might have to lay down on the floor for this one, son...
I got the whole pack of Big League Chew by the cheekbone...

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Uh, I got the whole pack of Big League Chew by the cheekbone
It's that Monte Carlo flooded with the weed smoke
The rifle to the peephole, free throw
Call me Baby Face, welcome to the creep show
Uh, my clique is so nuts
Big shit to lift you like a triple-toe lutz
In these streets, even a cripple gonna bust
Keep a thing that won't rust
There's no trust
Rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
After I'm high and disgraced, only a lion remains
Flying from a tropical escape
"Did I do a perfect dive?" is such a popular debate
(Well, I'll give it a 9.3)
I'm the hottest shit since B2K
My Russian barber gave me the see-through fade
Drunk-driving on a Thursday
Already told you, with this money, it concerns me (Bronson, Bronson, Bronson)

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Yeah
I got an old soul and young legs
I'm like a good horse
Wood splash on the floor, that's for decor
That's from the tour
Above the law
A half a million in the wall
By the painting of the Great Dane
Bought the drugs in front a A-Frame
Flashbacks of riding on the A-Train
Getting sucked between the cars by a Guatemalan
She started humming on em, honey wildin', uh
Nowadays, you can see me in a trench coat
On the French boat, till I'm dead broke
I got the shit locked in a deadbolt
Go get your fucking shit, baby, let's go
I might never see rain again
I might never see pain again
I might never see snow again
Picture my mother, say motherfucker keep going in
Uh, The stars all align now
Oh, these cars I'mma buy now
Oooh, these bitches I'mma fuck, too
You ain't gotta like me, fuck youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Chop Chop Chop[Intro]
Shh, it's okay, it's okay
It's okay, it's okay, mmm…
Damn, you taste good
Damn you, motherfucker, mmm…
(coughing)

[Intro]
Uh, yeah, ah (inhaling and exhaling smoke)
It's me, uh

[Chorous]
The wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop
Said the wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop
All up and down the block, block, block
The wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop
Said the wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop
All up and down the block, block, block

[Verse 1]
Kelly Slater couldn't ride this wave
Or those dudes from The Endless Summer
We gettin' bent up 'til the sun up
You gettin' wet up if you run up
(Hold on, yeah, uh-huh)
Man, the blunt burn for longer
Than the whole Badu concert
And while I was walking back to the whip
And still had a fat clip
I threw it on the floor and said, "Shit"
The whole ride back I ain't say shit
'Cause sometimes I be devastated
I need the feeling like I'm levitating
In the lotus flower pose
With patience's with power shows
They say that I been sculpted with a Pharaoh's nose
I like to think that I got Darryl's nose
It's like it's 1986 again, in Flushing, Queens for real
Fuck the way you feel
I love the way I feel
It's 1986 again, in Flushing, Queens for real
Fuck the way you feel
Fuck the way you feel, pussy
[Chorous]
The wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop
Said the wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop
All up and down the block, block, block
The wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop
Said the wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop
All up and down the block, block, block

[Outro]
Lo duca e io per quel cammino ascoso
Intrammo a ritornar nel chiaro mondo;
E sanza cura aver d'alcun riposo
Salimmo sù, el primo e io secondo
Tanto ch'i' vidi de le cose belle
Che porta ‘l ciel, per un pertugio tondo
E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Double Breasted[Verse 1]
Respected blends
Hopping out the 87 Benz
No pendent
Plus I’ve always been defendant
Never Plaintiff
Shorty crying at arraignment
This Jamie Lee Blue Steel what I'm aimin'
Queens to the death
Lean to the left
Walk in the kitchen? Meet and greets with the chef
I’m like a baby cause I sleep on the breast
But still fuck around throw the heat to your chest
Million dollar raps, million dollar beats
Five dollar dimes
Young Harvard minds
Yale in the spring
Bali in the summer
See me through the window like Batali in the Hummer
Sharp at the feet
Morimoto knife set
Young Cordell coming through the portal
Terry Gene Bollea motherfuckers are immortal
You in the corner looking floral

[Verse 2]
The New Yorker
Heavy body smooth talker
Stand in the foyer
Portraits of my yiddish lawyer
British walker
Presence like I’m Connery
You wanna die well swing
Knees like Olden Polynice
My shorty Polynesian don’t make no apologies
And when I’m rich I’ll probably join the Scientology
Three hookers
Street gynecology
Edward Scissors my existence is anomaly
Smoke the chronic, chronically
Bronson Chronicles
You ain’t really fucking with me honestly
Sonically we fuckin boom shit
Just be smooth kid or catch a fucking raping with the broom stickEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Get Off My P.P.[Verse 1]
Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop
Off Broadway recital, fiends on the backlot
Back alley Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot
The shit that have us laid in Benzes with a glass top
Hash pot, stickin' out the dash spot
I'll leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot
174 and autobahn is where the cash drop
Then take the paper, then distribute to the have-nots
I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a manchild
Long machete, hopping out the van style
Whether fightin' or graffiti, got them hand styles
I'll wipe the floor up with your face like a ShamWow
Hands down, one motherfucker
260 combined, here to bring the ruckus
The bassline plus the words raise the crime rate
Bronsolini show 'em how to hold a 9 straight

[Hook]
Yo, get off the next man's P.P
Be original, kid, get off the P.P
Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the P.P
Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.P

[Verse 2]
Yo, the drugs are rolled up, the money fold up
I love my bitches big-body like an old truck
With their waists sliced thin just like the cold cuts
Been at the bottom of the sea, but then I rose up
Feet first, my voice is known to curl a honey's toes
Serve a pound of that, I'll leave 'em with a bloody nose
Smoke the hash, takin form just like it's putty, holmes
Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy road
A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin
Drugs so good, Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em
I'm on the road, blow trees through East Harlem
Just put me in a cage in the basement, I'm retarded
German shift, twist, burn the bliss
I love it when the pussy tighter than a tourniquet
Copped the chicken, started cookin' and converted it
Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up, murder it
[Hook]
Yo, get off the next man's P.P
Be original, kid, get off the P.P
Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the P.P
Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.PEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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C12H16N2[Intro]
Yeah
Young Baklava
Yo, pass me the rollin' pin

[Verse 1]
Why's everybody face look strange? (Why?)
I think I ate the whole sheet
I'll see you in a couple days if that's the case
Green jaguars running through the jungle tryna catch the snake (Uh)
I mashed the gas and almost wrapped the eight (Uh)
The devil came to me and said I had to race (Ah)
The finish line was a cliff
And man, your boy ain't no stiff, I get it crackin' baby (You know that)
So I pushed it to the motherfuckin' limit (Uh)
Told my people I'ma see them in a motherfuckin' minute
For years I been handing out charity (Yeah)
That's just the dad in me (That's mе)
Laser gun come with the battеry (Uh)
Every time you see me, you know that I'm just comin' back from somewhere (Somewhere)
But I'm so New York my white tee still say "Sunwear" ("Sunwear")
Shot the arrow, only missed 'em by a cunt hair
Come here, put this blunt in the air (Uh-uh)
These motherfuckers want us under the stairs (Under them)
I'm just tryna be at the top of the mountain, holdin' my son in the air
Understand me? (Yeah)
[Bridge]
Author (Author)
Singer (Dancer), dancer (Me)
Exotic olive oil taster
Actor

[Verse 2]
The Earth is cubed like one dice (Aight)
Know we all started from the bottom like Young Rice (Ooh)
Inhale the hash inside my lung twice, take flight (Uh)
Just head towards the sun and make a right into the night (Right there)
3PM at Lincoln Center (Uh-uh)
I gotta see a screenin' of "The Irishman", you know your boy was in it (It's me)
You know I represented (It's me)
The afterparty at the Tavern on The Green
And you know I'm wearin' white linen (Uh)
Damn, I'm usin' machismo? (Ay)
Yeah, I'll stand still for five minutes, so you can paint me looking'diesel (Bad guy)
Behind me, the double-headed eagle (Bang, bang)
Papi, there's no sequel (No)
I'm gettin' top inside the home theater (On top)
I got older and I realize there was no heroes (No heroes)
Don't even talk to me unless you talkin' more zeros (Uh)
At the end of the offer (Uh)
Until then, I'll be here with my friends just gettin' sauced up (Saucy)
[Outro]
Young money
Bam, bam Baklavizzy (Babaklava)
Pop the klizzy (Please), uh
We out here (You know it's him)
Only for Dolphins
You know it's me (Bing, bing, bing)
Author (Swing, swing, swing), singer
Dancer (Doctor)
Exotic olive oil taster (Chiropractor)
It's me, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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ActionMr. Rosenberg presents
I got the fresh baked clam
Rockfeller Center, keep it to myself
I ain't trying to be a Yenta
Sour raviolli herb oil the inventor
? hit recline on the Sentra
Long road traveled all alone
Crying on the phone when they said that you were gone
Couldn't utter, but I heard it in your tone
Well now you know I got to get the chrome
We spent the mortgage at the steak house wyling with the creeps
Way before this rap shit, driving in a jeep
Forest green Cherokee, bad bitch and she ebony
Problem is she's smoking all the celery
ZZ Top beard like a lion
Leonidas body, smoke until the cows come
? sandwich, mustard with the cow's tongue
Dr. Brown, net worth about a thousand
You know the blunt like a Barry Bond bag
Smoking bombazzy, fuck ya Sean John hat
Baking out the car, ? contact
The red sen sunset long short hat
We queens bread like a baker in the morning
We getting money while you snoring
About to start the touring
I'll leave an orphan out in Florence
Elephantitis in my pockets, shit's enormousEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Mongolia[Intro: The Wire Sample & Action Bronson]
He knows my name but,  my name is not my name
And you?
To them you're only the Greek
And of course I'm not even Greek
Yeah, Baklava, yeah
Hologram, yeah
That's comin' up

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yo it's Mister 40/40 (Uh)
Dressed like I'm Treach from Naughty
A young brother that'll stretch your shorty (Damn)
David Caruso couldn't connect the story (What's up?), solve the puzzle
His favorite murder weapon was a shovel
It's the jefe (Uh), Spanish women all over my body like I'm Machete holmes
All I do is write these esе poems
Let's get dustеd at the Mets game holmes (Uh)
Like sixteen handles, catch me swirlin' in the left lane home (Woo)
I don't even got my left leg on (Damn)
Tryna dance tonight (Damn)
This ain't your language that I sing, wrapped up my hands in ice (uh)
Me and my brother go together just like lamb and rice
(Fuck me)

[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2: Hologram]
I eat African shrooms, while rappin' on tunes
Back in June when I clapped at your goon (Ahhhh)
My car color blue waffle, it's new and it's too awful
The limo driver Rudolpho will off you, new golf shoes (yeah)
Workin' on my birdie putt, you heard me, slut
Hurry up, curvy butt, uh
I need a bitch to go down on me (Down)
I mean really go to town on me (Town)
I mean really do a number on me (Suck that dick, bitch)
Supplyin' the leak, a few fiends died at my feet (Woo)
Got dealt a bad hand, off a half gram (Ow)
Feast or famine, give you a half xan
And throw you in the Grand Canyon (You fuckin' dead, haha)

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]
Yeah, uh
Uh
Meyhem doin' good, that's a rumor that I heard
Wearin' diamonds, eatin' blue fin tuna
They wanna test me like I'm Bradley Beal
None of your motherfuckas real, my nigga pass the steel
Mass Appeal, mass production
Mass destruction, crime, corruption
Wine consumption
On a private island wildin'
The sun threw shade 'cause it's jealous of my medallion
Pitchin' and then compilin'
Late nights like Jimmy Fallon
Louis silk covered with dice, picture me stylin'
My life story is an open shirt outfit
We gettin' money, kid, you niggas ain't 'bout shit
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Buddy Guy[Verse 1]
Stoned on the stoop, got the box pumpin' Billy Joel
I'm Mickey Mantle while you motherfuckers semi-pro
Neck to colon how a slice from the machete go
Shoot your gun and throw confetti cause I'm ready ho!
Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm a stand-up
Call me the teacher, wanna talk just put your hands up
We eat the lamb, duck, goose, beef or chicken
Two seater shiftin' with the smooth Cedar Strippin'
My facial hair is light red just like a ball of fire
Golden sound, blow the town, 'lo attire
Brown haze leather swampy like the Everglades
I'll switch a style so that I'm ready when the era change
First pressed virgin oil from the Greek Border
Spit the shit that have me laid up with the sheik's daughter
Three quarter on the Bally jacket to the knee
Lights flashin' when I'm rappin', tappin' tree
That smoke lingers son it shine through the curtain
Cracked pepper motherfucker I'mma grinder for certain
So never in your life come with scared business here
Fuck around never found bitch, disappear

[Verse 2]
Time after time I'm a winner
Seasoned in the barrel, harvest in the winter
Far from a beginner, keep an extra cartridge in the denim
Twisted off of Manischewitz, Harlem in a rental
The hash tanner than Connie, gorgeous
360 is the ways and the caesar's huggin' knotty flosses
Never stop until we hoppin out of grimey Porsches
One night shorty needin' over 9 abortions
I'm the whole shit, one you wanna roll with
When in canoe waving the ganja like a glow stick
Number one, numero uno with the flow shit
Your style is tired and limp just like an old dick
Bitch
[Verse 3]
Roman sculptures, all of my students hold a diploma
Stairs to the bath, garage door, behold the Lotus
Finest tuna right out the sea straight off the boat this
Hurricane rap spit tap low, rock a toga
Bronsonelli chef de cuisine I flex the two seam
Inject the vein with marijuana I'm a true fiend
Up-to-the-minute, all the weapons we invented
That's hidden inside the rented, the window tinted ten the percentage
Sacrificin' the lamb for the nutrition
"Criminology 101" hard cover, newest edition
Nuclear fission is heavy weighty top the division
Lots of provisions collosal status stoppin' collisions
Too beaucoup, fresher than a lake trout
Barbecue the venison, pair it with a great stout
Peace I'm out kid, a motherfucker pace out
Every time I take that motherfuckin' weapon from my waist outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Expensive Pens[Produced by Party Supplies and John Sparkz]

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yo drop to the ground and one knee me if you see me
Take off your top like ZZ
Mushrooms by himself causes shown to give samples of the body
That I demolished you novice I'm polished
Dip in impala quick
Ah motherfucker your only kinda sick
I'm fully blown like Tom Hanks in Philadelphia
I'm out for self-ia, Bronson not helpin' ya
Trying to get the Lexus ah oysters for breakfast ah
I'm still in queens thats my native land
I sport a headdress baby veil on the headrest
Bitch
Buscemi frame by my favorite chair
Asian hair on a dominican with cajun flare
I keep the coke clean, father and son dope fiends
Mother and daughter strippers sniffing all the codeine
Affliction shirts and dress paints like I'm Oakley
Three bitches waiting for me Toyki oh shit
Roll whip, panamera rough
Salamander tux, fucking Alabama Butts
Ah we known to galavant in trucks
With an Irish bitch that will put a fucking hammer to your nuts
[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]

Compose a fly rap with an 18 karat meisterstuck
My people like to shoot
Bronsolino dice the fluke
Phenomenal fish platters
Plus everyday is turkey day
My vision is clear so now we getting it the murky way
Pillaging daily plus we give thanks and fill tanks with premium
Cadillacs my people always steaming them
Turn the car into a sauna with some marijuana
If you know Bronsolino then you know thats his persona
Slang school PHd holders in the building
Far from elementary but we do this for the children
Ready able and willing
Dealing constantly building
Seen niggas make a million standing outside they building
I'm from New York home of the hustle
Where skinny people move big cuz chrome is the muscle
Just to get a rep you get left with a darker past
You just a little sick my fucking flow is Arthur AsheEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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The PassageOh Mr. Wonderful
Oh Mr. Wonderful
Oh Mr. Wonderful
Oh Mr. Wonderful

[Spoken Outro]
Asiento, ahora la palabra de diosEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Swerve on Em[Intro: A$AP Rocky & Action Bronson]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's your baby boy Bronsoliño
Yeah, yeah
(La Musica de Harry Fraud)
Yeah
Yeah (All my life)

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
The style icon, ’bout to get the dough like taekwon
Beat the pythons, when I fuck I like to leave the lights on
I'm just a piece of art
All these tattoos hidden under bracelets on my right arm
Shit, I need some tiger balm, I don't even like this song
Yeah, I skrrt 911s better with that other one
Man, these pussies love to run, but they always runner-up
I ain’t with that funny stuff, yeah, I'm 'bout that money up
Leave 'em sunny up, give 'em tummy tuck
Bronson always hit that fucking target, never dummy luck
In these fucking streets, you get your collar popped for 20 bucks
And I'm just focused on these hoes that's on the honey nuts

[Chorus: Action Bronson & A$AP Rocky]
I swerve on 'em, skrrt on ’em, swerve on ’em, swerve on 'em
High as fuck, your boy almost hit the curb on ’em
Swerve on 'em (Yeah, yeah), swerve on 'em, skrrt on 'em (Yeah, yeah)
Looking like you need some help (Yeah, yeah), throw a bird on ’em
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Had a funny feeling you fronting, every time I see you, you phony
Bitch, everything Johnny, jabroni, everything gettin' jolly, lil homie
Ever since my childhood, I grown to be, astonishing, notice me
Just notice me, I make her cream, call me Jodeci
Man, I ride like you're slow to leave, niggas know Flacko Jodye
Took a toke, nigga, pour the lean, feeling stomach pains, nausea
Had me absent, no notary, no, no, nothing to sober me up
Fell asleep, go to sleep, my niggas still asleep, rest in peace
Ready or not, here I come, man, I feel like a refugee
You just captain, Captain Save-A-Ho, hoes screaming, “Come rescue me”
Man, I came for the best, so who claim they the best?
Swore she knew what was best for me, when she left, took what's left of me

[Chorus: Action Bronson]
I swerve on 'em, swerve on 'em
Skrrt on 'em, swerve on 'em
Swerve on 'em, swerve on 'em
Your boy almost hit the curb on 'em

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Had a funny feeling you fronting, every time I see you, you phony
Bitch, everything Johnny, jabroni, everything getting jolly, lil homie
Ever since my childhood, I grown to be, astonishing, notice me
Just notice me
[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
Baby, just notice me
I'm in the green Lotus Jeep, try not to go to sleep
Don't let the devil take control of me
My eyes closed, but I know where I'm going
It started snowing and I started dancing
And I started crying, bitch, it's Johnny Handsome
I dive off boats, jump out of planes ass naked
Swervin' Maserati trucks in the rain
Man, it's all about the hunger and pain
And to this jungle, I came
With these drugs all in my lungs and my veins

[Outro: A$AP Rocky & Action Bronson]
(Had a funny feeling you fronting) You know (Every time I see you, you phony) True
(Bitch, everything Johnny, jabroni) Uh (Everything getting jolly, lil homie) Uh
(Ever since my childhood, I grown to be, astonishing, so to speak, just notice me)
Just notice me, baby, just notice meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Irishman Freestyle[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, motherfucker
White Bronco, Queens in this bitch (Uh huh, yeah, yeah, yah, yah)
Baklava (Wow, wow, wowowowow)
You already know me, yo, get my motherfucking drugs
Quick please (Blahblahblahblahblahblah)
Yeah, yo

[Verse]
I caught a DUI coming out the Trey Songz concert
Shit was bonkers, Bronson slam like Giannis (Uh)
Mega wellness hat, I'm unconscious (True)
Don't drink gin and tonic (No)
Only natural wine to be honest (True)
Your chick plastic like fake rice from China (Uh)
Staring in the mirror like, "I hate my vagina" (Yew)
Just did my first scene with De Niro (Uh)
Just did my first scene with Scorsese (Uh)
The Bimmer go 480 with no old ladies (Woo)
Fuck out of here, bitch, you not wavy (Woo)
These more shady, faces like some old babies (Uh)
Me, I'm stone cold crazy, and there's no maybes (True)
Shit, I was hatched in the '80s (uh)
In 600 Mercedes with Dior shades on (Uh)
New York made me (Uh)
Strong like Japanese sword blades
Two Tesla coils under the bald fade (Damn)
Fucking with me, that be the wrong thang (Woo)
I'm butt naked with the Uzi on Broadway (Uh)
My haircut is like Dominican folk art
Use the G-Wagon like a go-kart
Bitch, I got a cold heart (Shit)
Hot blooded, short tempered (Uh)
Get you splashed like water, not expensive
Brown bags filled with drugs sat beside the benches (Damn)
Any club in the world can't deny me entrance (Nobody)
Pussy (None), you know it's me, bitch (Yes)
[Outro]
Me, Queens, White BroncoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Live from the Moon[Intro: Action Bronson]
Uh huh, good evening (Yeah)
Live from the Moon (Uh huh)
Live from the Moon (It's me)
You know, live from the Moon
Take me home, uh

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Ten time champ, 'bout to be eleven
Understand, I'm down to die for my leather
Bitch, live from the Moon
Live from this 41st speed boat
I hope you brought your sea legs
Bitch, young Bronson run ting like relays
Uh, live from the moon
Live from the moon (What)

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
My third eye been powerful for ten years (Uh)
I don't got no fears (Woo), I don't got no tears (No)
I don't get caught up in the bright lights, dear (No)
And, yes, I am the human highlight reel (Yes)
They say I'm built strong like pyramids in Egypt (Uh)
Ever since a fetus, I had visions of a leader
Purple X6 truck driven by a cheetah (Uh)
Look, it's Don Cheadle (Uh), no, it's just me, ho (Me)
Live from the Moon (Feel me, yeah)
Live from the Moon, uh
[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
Under pressure like Mercury and Bowie
A man's never hot, nah, baby, you don't know me (Nope)
Your boys stay cozy, laying in the bed full of roses sipping rosy
Chilling with Kobes on (God damn)
Gold Rollie on the phoney arm (Uh)
Travel stars like I'm Obi-Wan (Uh)
Fuck Star Wars (uh), Indiana Jones is better, bitch (True)
Turn a bitch to Fish escovitch (Uh)
Couple mil'll make you stretch the wrist (Wrist)
Move stones, it's mega lift, catch my drift, pass the piff (Pass the piff)
Live from the Moon (Uh)
Live from the Moon, live from the Moon
Yeah, we coming live from the Moon
Welcome home

[Saxophone Solo: Yung Mehico]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Dreamer[Verse]
Ayo, my headbands filled with acid, out of body
Mind trick, mind sick like Magic Johnson's dick
You know your shorty lettin' Bronson hit
Stuff penis down the neck like it's lozenges
Two bags of drug sleep, 'bout to wake 'em up, though
Stay sharp, cut quarts with the cutthroats
Don't snort, use gloves when you cut dope
Won't stop, eat box on a plush boat
The brougham, forest green with peanut butter
Jelly belly, fuckin' in a smelly telly
African room, drugs up in the nightstand
Look in my eyes, "Daddy, make the light dance!"
Nice pants, cut off at the knee
Cuttlefish, cut up on the beach, out the sea
Mix it with the lime juice, smidgen of its own ink
(Ah, the beat cut out)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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T.K.O[Intro: Ring announcer]
Ladies and gentlemen
Coming to the ring
At a whopping 273 pounds
Standing at 5'7 3 quarters and a half
Out of Flushing, Queens
It's.....

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Fly in the winter like a flock of birdies, I never rocked a derby
You see the polo, U.S.A. right on the hockey jersey
Every step that I take mimicking no man
Precision flow man, motherfucker get with the program
Compare the lord to no man, moves I never fake em
Aura like Wagyu beef, you just a Steak-Umm
Paired with shiraz for the taste to serve at table side
My lyric through the vocal take my palette on a flavour ride
It's obvious I'm gonna do it, right outta Flushing
Percussion gushing after the session right to the luncheon
On my Scandinavian shit, serve up a puffin
Find a shorty, gargle her mouth and stuff her muffin
Duffin many blunts to the neck, what you expect?
I'm a vet show the respect, same shit your father get
Very humble, Jim Brown, never fumble
Know the purple in season and well then I'll take a bundle
We in the street like a hooker's feet
I'm known for cooking meat, cooking beats
And wildin' like I'm Booker T
Bronsolini walking like a cowboy
Sharp at the feet steel and got the alloy
Straight outta New York the bad liuetenient, Bronsolini
Team leathered down, the angel I like's in the pini
You oughta see me, uptown coppin' the chimi
Puffin the pudo, fuckin' some culo, Bronson the chulo
Jaws of white shark ready for the swimmin'
Haze and linen with razor vision make the blade decision
Peep the beeper, Lonnie do the street procedure
Legendary shit for how my brother heat the beaker
Exquisite beard lined up, that's for the ladies
Plus I'm bout to be in Turkey G'd up riding Mercedes
Know Hugginatti keep the ceaser wavy, Bronsolini with the seasoned gravy
Just add the cheese for flavi
Straight to the table cause it's best when I'm hot
Play me funny kick your nuts until your testicles pop
Exhale the doja, when it's full moon I lose composure
Lesson 1: cuddle your son. Brought to a closure
Dabble in truffles, Sauvignon blanc simmered in mussels
Nothing ever ripped from my neck during a tussle
A bolo young I'm Lecter with the muzzle
Injector of the deck I place the sectors in the puzzleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Intro[Big Body Bes]
Oy, Manuel
Yo keep the car runnin' man
I got some shit I gotta handle real quick man
Yeah, what the fuck is good
You know I'm back in the motherfuckin' room
Just stepped in, matter fact I just stepped out
Motherfuckin' 1996 Lincoln Town Car, baby blue
But now I'm over here making my presence felt once again
'Cus you know I'm a made motherfuckin' man
The first thing you do when you meet me
You should apologize to me straight off the top
Just because you're nothing like me
But fuck that, back to meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Intercontinental Champion[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yo, pop, sniff confetti for the toast
Dropkicks like Janetty off the ropes
Mach 6 smoking heavy on the coast
See me dip the law like vanilla in a cone
Use caution cause if not, then you a goner
Only talk business where we sitting in a sauna
Ain't trying to be in prison, taking shits up in the corner
Rikers Island know the water so it's all water
Shoes native, rock a husky as a headdress
Mind's sick so we need to be on bedrest
You're favourite niece give me head sex
She's a squirter, so the bed's wet
You're gonna have to lay the towel down
Retard shit, class in the basement
Free form jazz band, eat a pussy
While she do a handstand, out in Flushing call me Bam-Bam
Smoke good, stay chopped, Van Damme hand
Damn, the bitch like Mrs. Schroeder
Vinegar by the bed, that's for the vicious odor
Vicodin from Minnesota, make her kiss the cobra
Bottle service, snap my fingers, tell them bring it over
"Ohhh but I don't even drink"
Then shorty sipped the liquor, then I'll fuck her on the sink
Red mink to the ankle mat lotioned
Arch your back, slow motion
Hold a green toast out in Oakland, shooting juice in my upper cheek
Shorty dripping like a tunnel leak
You know your whole team pussy like a muffin sheet
Stay balanced like a runner's feet, it's meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Golden Eye[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
It's Baklava (Yah, yah)
Sweet as broken dates (Yah, yah)
Only For Dolphins
Uh, Queen shit
Millennium thugs
(Yeah, yeah)
(It's the sweetest love)

[Verse 1]
When they landed here, your boy was stranded here (uh, yeah)
Kind of crazy, started all this shit with just a strand of hair (that's it)
Me and my wife all night swing from the chandeliers
Fucking acrobatic artistry, bitch pardon me
You could feel this like some H inside your artery (uh)
Give love to the departed, always know they'll be a part of me (yeah)
On expensive rugs I spill chardonnay (uh-huh)
My initial script cursive on the headrest of the beige Targa seat
Better maintain low tones when you talking to me (fuck off)
Fuck around and get your sea bass smothered
I'll choke you the fuck out like I'm a Diaz brother (go to sleep)
Then I'll jump back in the sports car, bumpin' Heavy D
Bitch I'm very me
Look it's Bronson smoking drugs under the cherry tree
It's him, baby
[Chorus]
The sweetest love
It's the sweetest love I've ever known
(I love-love-love-love-love you)
The sweetest love, the sweetest love

[Verse 2]
Twenty Kawasakis looking like wild horses on stampede
I look like a character that was drawn by Stan Lee
Strength like Žydrūnas Savickas, speed of a crackhead
Took five minutes to get from here to Baghdad (from Queens)
All around the world I'm known by different names
Never the real one (never), 'cause motherfucker shit done changed
Spin a revolver when it's high noon and lift that brain
Baby just fix the plate up so I can whip this plane (whip this shit)
I need to focus, dear (yeah), but there's all this hash, need some smoke in here
If we get attacked in the woods, I'll have to choke the bear
It's all a bunch of smoke and mirrors
Just give me a moment baby, don't get near me
(Don't fuckin' touch me, please)

[Chorus]
The sweetest love
It's the sweetest love I've ever known
(I love-love-love-love-love you)
I love you, I love you
I miss you, I kiss you, I need youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Man & The Mirror[Intro]
Back once a-motherfucking-gain
Come here mirror, bring yourself to me
I want you to see the beauty you've created

[Verse 1]
Caddy got the brown hard top just like the Créme Brulée
Crack it...I mean retract it
The bitches they think I'm attractive
That means I'm sexually active
Hang out with actors and chefs
Gray Beamer, swing the left, BBS's
Flip out the roof, land in a split
Handle my shit
Straight from Flushing, Queens
Where them hammers get gripped
A fiend will suck your dick
For a gram of the sniff
I been gorgeous, mid-August
Twin Porsches, three floor loft
Diana Ross, blow my nostrils with the tan cloth
Five in the mornin' drinkin' coffee smokin' Kents
With the teased hair, doggy everywhere we be's there
You can touch, like the coach and the gymnast
Baby I been this
Pouches of tuna, Ounces of Uma
The '89 station wagon, Mercury Sable
Forest Green, forest park, Horace Grant
It's meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Let It Rain[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, now I'm ready, uh

[Verse 1]
Your pockets' slim pickings
Lay 'em out like grilled chicken
It's been an hour but that blunt still hittin' like a champion
Eatin' scampi with Batali, 50 feet from the Pantheon
And that's my life, 60k for the glass pipe
I'll break it on your head if you don't act right
There'll be bagpipes playin' like a cop died
While I wiggle 850s wearing foxhide
I pray to Jobu that we all get money and live life sunny with a gold pool
But the fact is, I stand alone like cactus
Hide money under tempurpedic mattresses, shit
You don't know the half of this (you bitch), nah (you bitch)
I serve the Jersey Shore Line with furs on (Uh)
It's my world, get my swerve on (Oh)
Install the turbo on the Cherokee for certain
It's like my life directed by Tim Burton
And daddy twisted off the henara
And I'm always on the center stage
Reminisce on better days in a hammock, reading Hemingway
Trying to get a better brain, then it rained
Let it rain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I must've been a junkie in my past life, man
I must've been a junkie in my past life
[Verse 2]
Standin' in front of McDonald's, throwin' bottles
Ninety degrees, Timbs on
Ma, your kid's gone
A lot of graves to be pissed on
Land of the free I think wrong (I think wrong)
You know I got the drug so potent
Johnny took a hit
He died, came back, said, "That's that shit" (Goddamn!)
Two-twenty in Toyota Supras (Uh)
The shit sound like I'm shootin' off bazookas (Uh)
Flushing, Queens, no scare business here
Assemble weapons with no hand twitches here (Uh-uh)
Plus the strength of twelve oxen
Hold it down, though, there's no option
Let it rain (Uh)
I must've been a junkie in my past life, you know
I must've been a fiend in my past life, fuck
I must've been a junkie in my past life

[Outro]
Uh, these dudes trash like Michael Jordan jeans
Hahaha, that's it. I'm doneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Dr. Kimble[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, uh
Uh-uh, uh, Bronco

[Verse 1]
Yeah, the plane lift up then I hit the pipe (Uh)
And just to clarify (Uh), what you might have heard, I never left these dice (I never did)
I throw 'em until there's nothin' left in life (It's true)
Ancient architecture sculpted out of stone hang off this neck device (Aye, aye, aye)
I cop cars and crash 'em (Uh), next day, the same thing (Uh)
Next date, Beijing (Uh), Papi, I'm a made man
Have little man do a front flip out of the gray van (Woo, oh shit)
Give all your mans a fucking spray tan
I headbutt, bitch, I don't shake hands, nah (Uh-uh)

[Chorus]
Bronco (It's me, it's me)

[Verse 2]
I lost a case (Uh), he found his wife next to a horse's face (Yeah)
I'm lost in space, I'm out of here, torch the place (Pssh)
Just dropped 200 at the dealer, high from the 'quila (Ay)
I could've been a Steeler (Ay), but bitch, I keep it realer (Realer)
All I want is moolah (True), I put these fucking actors in the goulash
Leave mothafuckas hanging out of tubas (Ha ha ha)
My eyes go black while I'm howling at the lunar (A-woo)
Stars fall down and you can't stop it with computers, listen
You either got it or you don't, there's nothing to it (There's nothing to it)
We started four in the Buick (True), now the lawyer is Jewish (True)
(He can be anything) Stupid (He can be anything)
[Chorus]
Uh, it's the Bronco (He just happens to be Jewish, it's understandable)

[Verse 3]
Shit's so wave (Uh), need a full-body du-rag (Ah)
Fresh like dope inside the 12-year old school bag (Ah)
Bitch, take your album and boof that (Ah)
If we was on the ball court, we'd take your fucking ball and roof that (Uh)
Hear me? (Get that shit the fuck out of here, man)
(I knew I still had it, it happens to everybody) Uh, roof that
Boof that, haha (Scoop that)
Yeah, uh (It's me)

[Outro]
Stones on my neck, you see me, them shits fell out the sky (Sky)
Hold up, just let me roll up (Roll up), bitch, I'm 'bout to fly (Fly)
Your boy been out his mind (Mind), bitch, I'm 'bout to die (Uh)
Tears fall out his eyes (Uh), tears fall out his eyes (Eyes)
See me, I'm out the sky (Sky)
Let me roll up (Uh), I'm 'bout to fly (Fly)
I'm out my mind (Mind)
Tears fall out my eyes (Fall out my eyes)
Stones on my neck, you see me, them shits fell out the sky
Hold up, just let me roll up, bitch, I'm 'bout to fly
Your boy been out his mind, tears fall out his eyes
Tears fall out his eyes, tears fall out his eyesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Capoeira[Intro: Action Bronson]
Call Mexico I need a saxophone solo
Yeah, yeah turn me up a little, daddy (Yeah)
I can't hear myself, Lordy (Ah)
Baklava (Charming)
You know it's him (Prince Charming)
Only for dolphins, once again (Uh)

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Congratulations, they just casted Baklava in Rambo (Yeah)
Heard how your boy was off the handles (Uh-uh)
And that was just a sample (Little bit)
All black Cherokee 'cause I can't fit this body in the Lambo (Come on, man)
All this marble got me feelin' like a Roman (Uh-uh)
Pacific Ocean (Uh), to put my toes in (Uh)
Smokin' green slime like Nickelodeon (Uh)
All white standin' at the podium, you know it's him (Ah)
I throw dice with the Tommy John elbow (Ah)
Next week I'll probably parmesan a sailboat (Yeah)
Drive the Hummеr on the railroad (Yeah)
My drugs are waitin' for mе in the mailroom (Uh)
Hell motherfuckin' yeah, man, that's what it is, ah yeah
Power bomb 'em through the dinner table (Uh)
It sound like a moose hittin' a Winnebago (Shit)

[Bridge: Action Bronson]
Uh, I'm back, yeah, I'm back, I'm back, ah
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
I'm a man amongst boys (Uh-uh)
Your Jeep comes with the booster seat (Bitch)
Shootin' puppy water all over your sheets
I'm jumpin' in jacuzzis, twelve feet deep with twelve freaks (Uh-uh)
Safe to say my life's on fleek (Uh), no smoke and mirrors (Uh)
Just models sniffin' coke off mirrors, talkin' 'bout, "Do Domino's deliver?" (You know they fuckin' do)
Bitches throw up in jar and hide it in the closet (Uh-uh)
But that shit ain't happenin' at my crib (Uh-uh)
Gotta finish dinner if you want dessert (True)
And if you wanna fuck Ernie, you gotta fuck Burt (Uh-uh)
I'm in the Beamer bumpin' Gerald Levert, you heard? (You heard?), huh
You heard? (You heard?), ah

[Outro: Action Bronson]
Yeah, yeah
Only for Dolphins, baby
I told you
Bronco
El Blanco

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The Come Up[Intro]
2009 Action Bronson
Hey yo, you know we creeping on the come up
Outdoorsman shit, here we go

[Verse 1]
I've seen a fiend scrape the residue and sniff it off a razor
After party for politicians with loafers and a blazer
Skipping AAA I'm coasting straight up to the majors
Linen in every seat drinking wine and eating capers, square
Holding the ground prep the animal for sacrifice
Rub the body with plenty garlic and a classic spice
Holy Trinity, peppers onions celery
Every time I rap I'm on the verge to catch a felony
Standing in circles with my brothers puffin' product
Disturbers to the public call the coppers blew the spot up
Pulled us over a couple of 50's in the ankle socks
Most of it powder so it looks just like his ankle lock
I got the rap shit in the ankle lock
I got her screaming for submission trying to be up in the bank a lot
Currency’s the only logic, brother bag the work
Come up funny, I leave you open like a faggot's shirt

Hey yo, you know we creeping on the come up
Action Bronson 2009 shit
Hey yo, you know we creeping on the come up
[Verse 2]
You know the saga, knee length coat made of llama
Purple in the Parma, two ki's the Grana Padano
That’s for the cuisine, stracciatell Siciliana
Boom fakers be gettin' vapor dog you get with Anna
The wild fumes, beauty that the ground blooms
Ass fucking the diva leave her with the brown moon
It's now June, tops get lowered off of whips
Flower flip, we grow the mushrooms out the cattle shit
Peddle shiftin' with my eyes closed I'm feeling great
Fire kissing the roasted salmon on the cedar plank
Peep the plan get the money out the bordello
Five-seven the fattest ass, shorty played the cello
Charge a thousand for fifteen, the white collars
Got the manuva serving knowledge for the pipe scholars
Peace to Queens, she the queen of the life
Eating Pio Pio chicken, smothered beans in the rice
And we out

[Outro]
You know we creeping on the come up
You know we creeping on the come upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Beautiful Music[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
I'm not your normal kind of rap singer
In the building where the subtle scent of crack linger
Fiends smoking off the foil
I only smoke shit from out the soil
Virgin oil, the name Bronson, no Arroyo
Barbecues get thrown with EBT Cards
Land and sea, the air, 3 stars
Till gold plates get made right on arrival
The Amarone got me spinning like a gyro
Take the high road, poppy seeds from Cairo
Aaron Rodgers style: I'm here to take the title
Rock a mask, dawg, 'cause every word is viral
To leave you like a wet noodle, paralyze your spinal

(Smoke this motherfucking weed real quick, hold on
I'mma get back to you in a minute)

[Hook:]
"Darling, let me lay besi—
Darling, let me lay besi—
Darling let me lay beside you
Kiss my burning lips about you"

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Dennis Byrd shit, china doll
Leave your fur split, dig your pockets
Then she'll kill your earth
Even if she's seven days away from giving birth
Ruthless, she'll catch you for your leather and your purse
Lamb roasting over wood-fire, extend the olive branch
Since the 90s I've been rocking hundred-dollar pants
Fifty-dollar drugs linger in my sock
Put the lighter to the plastic, that's the sealant for the top
'Cause we coming from the heights, you know I copped the puro
Tried to put it in the pussy, slid it in the culo
Damn, that's the wrong route
Now I gotta knee her in the stomach so it falls out
Take a deep breath
Ancient knowledge like the crocs up in the Nile
Alabaster tiles in the kitchen cause I'm wyling
Tryna cop a chain that say you styling
Only chain of interest in the water made of islands
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
Wild world that we living in
I smoke drug got the subtle hint a cinnamon
My mind twisted from the Absinthe
You can thank Flushing for my accent
So much more than rapping
You fucking with the captain
Action Jeter
Salmon on the cedar
You ain't do the job, and then they calling a reliever
Me, Dennis Eckersley
Rhyme flavor like my grandma's book of recipes
I'm 'bout that equity
Large stocks, a palm Glock, bomb box
Long beards, knee draped in sports drop
Loafer pressing on the pedal
Extra heavy doggie cause my leg is made of metal
Often tangle with the devil
Shapeshifter, shaking with strange hands
Bronsolini fresher than Maine clams
Making money every day, it's been the motherfucking game plan
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Mr.Songwriter[Verse One]
Yo, this is Action Bronsonelli in the place to be

Peace to the ultimate warrior posted up in Astoria
Bronsolini is the name and when I rhyme its euphoria
To the death of me, motherfuckers seeking that serum
I got the recipe, soft shell crabs right out the Chesapeake
The devil's basil laying lovely in the plastic jar
Open it up from the aroma almost crashed that car
New York livin', linen shorts we too horse driven
And when we sitting down to dine at least there's two course swimming
Probably calamari, my young shooter I call him Gallinari
Still serve the Knicks, nibbles of parmigiani
Hand-craft the cheeses, aged inside the cave to thaw
Off to my tailor alterations for my days in court
Come to the park with my jump shot, got five bets
I'm on price, deadly in the clutch with the precision of a shark bite
After that we split the paper up and spark the pepper flakes
Flying to the heights, Dominican buffet for pepper steaks
You know its Queensbridge you hear the flavour of my music
My brother Lonny manoeuvre huggin' knotties in the Buick, fluid
Close-knit, no shit just like a herringbone
And laid over the sweater of many brothers of [?]
My aura glistening, my shit's official in
And for my platter's three stars, the book of Michelin
Study Ju-Jitsu in, closets of crystalline
I'm known to rock the green ballys straight out of switzerland, Peace
My facial hair better than Tom Selleck, smoke the bomb tree
Under the palm tree, accent mimicking Connery
Pardon me lady, slow roasted animal smothered in gravy
Flow like the navy, you play me, then you snoring with daisy
Bronsolinio, the motherfucking number one rap singer
The number one rap singer in the universe
Cause I'm the master of the universe, call me He-Man
Mister songwriter, Bronsolini, Bronsolinio
Bronsonolski, Action Bronstein, George Bronstein
Action Castanza
Yo it's Action BronsonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Sergio[Intro]
Haven't rapped with you in a long time Body
Big Baby, Big Slimmy
Big Jimmy, Bronco
Balaklava, Baklavala
Holla-holla
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
Yeah-yeah-yeah
You already know what Sergio
Swing-swing (Yeah, Sergio)
(Hahahaha)
Yeah, uh (Hahahaha)

[Verse 1]
My phone blowin' up 'cause I been missin' for days (Ain't nobody callin' you, man)
I'm just floatin' through these waves, my torso covered in suede (Uh)
Six back-to-back Cadillacs lookin' like astronauts (Uh)
Don't wind me up, I'll have Shaq pop out the jack-in-the-box (Uh, pop out)
With three ratchets in his jean jacket, bitch (Uh-uh)
Don't even try to tell me how off the meat rack I'm is (Uh-uh)
You know the vibes, I'm slow motion like I'm sniffin' Actavis (Yeah)
'Til I explode off the turnbuckle and cripple half your shit (Ah)
You know Bam-Bam savage as fuck (Uh)
Ride with two pumps (Uh), like Michael Chang shoes (Uh)
'Til I see angels (Ah), I see the world from all angles
And from a thin thread, my soul dangles
Just like a mango (Ooh), alpha bravo (Uh)
Lookin' like your boy just won the lotto
But then drowned every dollar in a bottle (Every single one of them)
And put a bunch of junk (Uh), in his arm and his nose (Uh)
And between his toes (His toes)
'Cause feelin' good's the only thing he knows (Ah, the pain)
Shit (Yeah man, you know we feel that)
[Bridge]
Uh, 'cause feeling good's the only thing I know (Bitch, I feel you, I feel you, I feel you)
Feelin' good's the only thing I know (I feel good, I feel good, feel good)
Feelin' good's the only thing I know (I feel good, I feel good, feel good)
Feelin' good's the only thing I know (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Give thanks for all these graces that's been placed upon me (Give thanks)
Do I deserve it or not? Now that's a different topic (Hell yeah, you do)
I think I do though (Uh-uh), All these times I seen the planet Pluto (Uh-uh)
And when I get back I got no jet lag (You know it), I'm wired different (True)
The slightest thought of me inspires vision (It's true)
And puts a smile on the face of a man that knows he 'bout to die in prison (Uh)
I'm high and twisted (Uh), some would say divine and mystic (Uh)
'Cause I can eat a bag of mushrooms and still drive the stick shift (Ooh)
Like Hélio Castroneves (Uh), seein' psychedelic colors, I'm a dead head
Man, why the rose on fire in my palm? Like a saint for a made guy (Ooh)
Blood drops fallin' from my eyes, right on the gray five
I made lives so now it's time for me to lay a vibe
You feel me?

[Outro]
Uh, I made lives so now it's time for me to lay a vibe, lay a vibe (I feel good, I feel good)
Lay a vibe, uh, lay a vibe, uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Watersports[Action Bronson]
Shit yo, it's like I'm always dunking on Dikembe Mutombo

[Verse 1]
Hang ten on the Donald Takayama
Nose rider, hoes after the show diver
You know I'm talking 'bout vergina
Puerto Rican doped face wearing lana
Drink from the goblet, that was dope, cause I was chosen
First pick on the surf shit
Reverse whip on some shorty keep the iron in your purse shit
Get your shirt lift
I'm into spending hundreds reckless
I'm on some next shit
Chinese staircase necklace, roll in Lexus'
420 SC, yes he
Be doing fucking endos on the jetski
Rolling hundreds of the best tree
Hoop it up, I put myself against your best three
Dunk on Dikembe
If not for minor set backs I would have been paid
Walk with a pimp leg

It's me

[Big Body Bes]
Uh, yeah
It's me once a-motherfucking-gain
Big fucking Body. You know what I'm doing
[Verse 2]
The work flipped like Ozzie Smith
The whip was Olive-ish
The fact I'm gorgeous, gained acknowledgement
My eyes are sharper than a pilot probably screamin' Kamikaze
Shit pass that boom bah bah zi
I'm hittin' skins cuz I'm fresh, smokin dope
Had the homie there, gave the bitch the Okie-Doke
Eleven thousand on the overcoat straight from Nova Scot
Hover on boats, wines with summer notes

[Big Body Bes]
Ugh straight exquisite shit
1000 dollar dinners at Red Lobster
Catch me in the water
Using your moms like a Jetski

[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
I spit the rum in the rooster's face
Born with exclusive taste
Make the Caddy candy orange with the Fucshia base
Make my shorty milk chocolate with the Cuban waist
Gun in the waist quick to shoot the Jake
I view the lake while I chew the steak
The estate came with the lake
The lake came with the boat, the boat came with the leather seats
Dark skin just like Heather B
Look like a shark in the 7 series
The leather trench with the feather earring
Racing package, better steering
Hide the cheddar in the ceilin', I'm peelin, for realin'
[Outro: Big Body Bes]
Yeah it's me man, you know what time it is man
It's the Motherfucking summer time
It's my time to shine
I'm out here on my motherfucking glory man
It's me Big Body
I'm out here, pockets stuffed like my favorite fish
I'm out here living it up man
You know what time it is man
I don't eat nothing unless it comes on top of rice
I'm out here man living my motherfucking life
Shouts to my moms man, out here wildin'
You know your boy is out here doing big fucking things man
You know what time it is man
I'm out here catch me in the water man
All types of motherfuckin water sports man
I'm out here man, you know what time it is man
I got the bathing suit down to the ankle, the long shits
Motherfucking fly shit from France
Man fuck that Canal Street shit
I'm out here wildin'
Fuck that bail money on me
Stay shut the fuck up man
That's it man happy fucking Ramadan man
I can't put up with this shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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My Right Lung[Intro]
Yeah, uh, yeah

[Chorus]
I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a basketball one time
I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a basketball one time, uh

[Verse 1]
Seasons change weekly
Life in the big leagues
I can tell it's summer by the fig trees
Wiggle German Jeeps with kiss on 'em
Drop her top, she got a nice set of tits on her
Hardcore, got me feelin' like a fish outta water
Cruising U.S.A., I use six quarters
I got next

[Interlude]
Uh, ah man, ah man, uh

[Chorus]
I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a fucking ball just one time
I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a basketball one time
I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a ba–
Yo, fuck that shit, man
[Verse 2]
Fuck a critic
I'll have my little Spanish homie hit you with the Civic
Send the motherfucker spinnin'
I ain't like my chain so I threw it on a midget
I don't like the terms of the deal, do better on the digits
My Colombian princess'll come and hit you with the scissors
In the neck 'til it look like Twizzlers

[Outro]
Night night
Take me homeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Mt. Etna[Intro]
Uh, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Uh, uh, yeah yeah, it's me
Bam

[Verse 1]
Anywhere I go, I stick out like my cousin Vinny (Oh)
I ride through the city, all kinds of fire vitties (Uh)
Window, hair’s down, baby I'm so jiggy (Jiggy)
All white at the pool party, vibe on Diddy (Yeah, that's my vibe)
Yeah, baby, catch me live on viddy (Uh)
I ain’t rolling with nobody if they won't die with me (Nah, motherfucker)
What if murder was the case (Uh), and Papi need a pancreas (Uh)?
Shoot him in his ass, make his stanky leg the stankiest (That shit stinky)
The last time they put a wristband on your boy's wrist
Appeared a 4 point 6 olive green (Woo) with the toy kit (Woo)
Stupid dumb turbo (Uh), howling like a hungry wolf (Ow)
The stars align with Virgo, Latin ladies laying, only furs on (True)
Uh, I guess my motherfucking sweater-ter-ter-ter-ter-ter-ter on
Yeah, you know it's me

[Verse 2]
It's best you drink your little drink (What?), and do your little dance moves (Do 'em)
Before I fucking uppercut you past the planet moon
Salmon 740, zoom zoom, in the boom boom
No racks in effects (No, no, no), I get to the checks (Yup, yup, yup)
Finesse at it's best (Yup), White Bronco, others known him as LeBronson (It's me)
My next album’s only for dolphins (Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow)
Motherfuckers don’t deserve me, no, I ain't pearly (Nope)
Bitch, ’cause even when I'm dirty, still shine like jewelry
Motherfucking, uh, yeah
[Bridge]
I be going through some shit, that's why I smoke a lot (You know it's me)
I be going through some shit, that’s why I smoke a lot (Uh)
I be going through some shit, that's why I smoke a lot (A lot)
I be going through some shit, that's why I smoke a lot (You hear me?)

[Outro]
You don't wanna smoke weed, but turning down friends can be tricky
Hey, Bronson, want some?
No way, that stuff's illegal
Hey, Bronson, want some?
Uh, I'm allergic
Hey, Bronson, want some?
Uh, no, I gotta stay low
Bronson, want some?
Eh, fuck it, why the hell not?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Chuck Person[Sample: Sin City]
And when I find out who did it, it won't be quick and quiet like it was with you
It'll be loud and nasty. My kind of kill
And when his eyes go dead the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yo
Time on my hands
Running fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Hit the Jackie Rob
Cop the Hershey
Spark the bark for the ride back to the Galaxy
Back, back, down, forward, kick
That's a fatality
For Liu Kang, turn to a dragon then a raven
Ain't no professor that can fuck with this verbatim
Your style is prenatal
I got the hand that rock the cradle
Fully auto mac under the table
Jewish platters, kreplach soups and sable
If you ain't stable, don't hang around cause I enable
Drug use, dick sucks from a fiend
Rib eye steaks that still on a bone
Me and my team shine
Like hologram fishscale right off the Greek coast
Toast to greats with bubbles
Three states, three cases, no traces
I'm the ace to shovels
So sick, muthafucka cover face with muzzles (Yeah!)
Flushing, Queens, twenty seven years strong
Where you think you're gonna run to when the tears gone
And reality set just like the sun do
Ain't trying to have my babies raised up in the slum, true!
[Sample: Sin City]
C'mon, you son of a bitch
Damn, he's slick

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
No love for snitch niggas trying to serenade the precinct
Singing about granulated onions that ain't used for seasoning
My mind is off, this life gave me a different type of reasoning
I'm so New York that I could rep it from a different region
Slay heffers, Ottomanelli's got 'em in telly's
We eat good, Turkish cuisine, Ottoman belly's
We sit in whips and our whips sit on Pirelli's
While we're getting dick sucks, my whole team is Akinyele's
Put in their mouth, let 'em give 'em second chances
I'm known for finger banging bitches giving table dances
Open my flip book, see me posted in the sickest stances
Glorious garments, you could get some style by taking glances
Red snapper, taken apart, put back together
Plated on some bok choy, fine fish platters forever (Yo!)
Same routine, another day, a new endeavor
I usually rock a power piece under a Polo leather

[Verse 3: Shaz Illyork]
I write left, think right, need the box tight
Mind blowing dome cause I always eat the box right
Make believers out of haters, haters out of homies
Bring my fam to the top so I ain't lonely
I'm with the team, cuisine like we celebrating
Contemplate the takeover when we delegating
Get it shaking like a dancer at Perfections
Catch us in a European coupe, it's never rented, kid
Been getting it, circle full of amateurs
See great rappers smoking seeded up cannabis
Fucking embarrassment, we cooler than a Vick's rub
You the type to trick it all night at a strip club
I'm the type to bag a stripper out front
Take her back, line a twenty up and get my shit sucked (Yeah!)
That's what you do when you flyer than Goldblum
Purple label loafers, paying homage to the old school
[Verse 4: AG Da Coroner]
I'm from Brooklyn, the reason why I walk with a bop
Same reason I don't fuck with the cops
My borough is thorough, if any nigga try to tell me it's not
I'll leave his face bloodied up, all covered in knots
We break bread at the table with made niggas and sip wine
And graduate from little niggas, now we living big time
I'm in a state of mind like Nas in his prime
That real New York talk, home of gritty and grime
Check it, I got the cleanup, Bronsonelli's batting leadoff
Your mother's mouth is the place where I drop my seeds off
Hop in the Lamborghini, middle finger speed off
D's are getting P'd off, they're present, drop the weed off
I'm like a cross between Stoudemire and Carmelo
Half these New York whack rappers are soft as Jell-O
Since a little nigga, always been a fly fellow
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Telemundo[Intro]
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Motherfucker, know you hear me
Bam Bam, the Bronco, white one
Queens shit
Motherfucking World Cup starts today
You better be watching that shit in Spanish
Pussy

[Verse]
You can keep your little bullshit advance, understand?
I’m in the Amazon chewing on plants
Motherfuckers can’t afford me
Plus, I’m in the middle of this orgy and send me back in like 40
Shit, I live so much, no time for looking back, only up
'Cause there’s no roof on the truck, you could shoot a duck
I know that’s cruel as fuck, and, no, I wouldn’t recommend it
Did I mention? The Porsche 911 got a second engine
Send your boy into the Seventh Dimension, shit
Hell is cheap, baby, Heaven’s expensive though
Yours truly, ‘bout to get this paper like Judge Judy
Told my baby, “Come do me”, all these drugs just run through me
Now I’m shredding the guitar on a mountain
God damn, something groovy
Aw, man, we lost ‘em to the lights again
Bitch, don’t worry, I’ll be back like lightning
Just don’t blink ‘cause you might miss me
I’m about to make history, raise your motherfucking fist for me
And let your middle finger fly up and grab your nut sack
And scream, “Fuck that”, you hear me?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Picasso’s Ear[Intro]
Sniff a little coke, please, don’t go to sleep yet
I kn-I-I know, I know
Pour some water on your face, do some jumping jacks
We about to leave, it’s me, it’s me, yo

[Verse 1]
Who could it be? It’s me, running down brick lane
With a visible limp (Uh), and an alligator pimp cane (Uh)
Rubies where the eyes go (Yeah), car so low (Yeah)
Gotta drive this slow (Yeah, yeah)
Black windows like we hiding, ho
Fuck the 5-0, unless we talking ‘bout the ‘Stang (Mustang)
Man, I’m just watching all these actors from the rafters like Sting
In the surveillance van, fucking with computers like Ving (Ving)
Hundred milli’, that’s a light ching, shoot him in the right wing

[Chorus]
Don’t wanna drink, don’t wanna smoke
Don’t wanna smoke no more
You fucking stupid? I’m tryna do all that shit
Don’t wanna smoke, don’t wanna drink
Don’t wanna drink no more
You fucking stupid? I’m tryna do all that shit

[Verse 2]
Listen, tiger, my shit fire (True), hard to forget like a thick Maya (Damn)
I like my mind a little bit higher (Higher)
I need the violin section tighter (Make it tight)
And if you need to drive the ‘Vette (What)
I left the keys by the tire, tiger (Thank you), just be humble
‘Cause if I punch you in the chest, you’ll do a hundred yard tumble (Uh)
Standing over victims like Mutumbo with the finger waving (No, no, no, no, no)
I’m such a motherfucking player
My hair should be in finger waves, uh (God damn)
[Chorus]
Don’t wanna drink, don’t wanna smoke
Don’t wanna smoke no more
You fucking stupid? I’m tryna do all that shit
Don’t wanna smoke, don’t wanna smoke
Don’t wanna smoke no more (What)
You fucking stupid (What)? I’m tryna do all that shit
I wanna drink, don’t wanna smoke, don’t wanna drink no more
You fucking stupid (What)? I’m tryna do all that shit (I know)
I wanna drink, I wanna smoke
Iwanna smoke some more (Some more)
Yeah, I’m tryna do all that shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Marijuana Bronson[Verse 1 : Action Bronson]
Marijuana Bronson
Yo, The land fertile I provide for the biz
Play possum with the pigs stuff a dime on the kid
Just scripted for the brothers holding knives on they bids
Gift basket full of figs, I'm sipping wine with the fizz
I got that pure smoke, gorgeous like a sushi plate
Five sticks of marijuana I hallucinate
The tan Timothy, jacket to my knee
Classic I'm a G, I'm the captain of the sea
See, It be those kids from queens in guess jeans
Pulling bread schemes smooth as jet streams that let the lead scream
We still rhyme fly words over percussion
Nine - five Style max out diamonds in Flushing
I'm still the man immoral Its hard to navigate through coral
Your bitch with the tits still give the slamming oral
Zero Fifty Six used to be the beeper code
You know the dope'll force a fiend into the sleeper hold
You mother fucker I got you

[Verse 2 : Action Bronson]
Ay yo, Mountains are capped with snow though it's the summer months
I'm working hard for that money laundered in other fronts
Forty blunts in the museum
Jerk chicken patties out the window cop the tyson out the coliseum
A Street Fighter with the Killer Instinct for Mortal Kombat
The title holder higher than a giant's shoulder
Lamb roasting over open fire
Full moon hallucinations giving in to all my souls desire
Lyrically, I'm Doctor Lector, You Doctor Seuss
I let him fall from off the roof and now I got the juice
I'm on that one way path headed for nowhere
Frozen nose hairs all I know, better be dro there
Pass the Thyme, chocking off the truest reefer
Lawrence Taylor in his prime with the smoother Caesar
Drinking ginger out the Yankee cup
The holy grail telling tale blowing cheeba eating tangy duck
[Verse 3 : Action Bronson]
Mother Fucker, Queens
These are the vividries of life that I'm expressing to you
Smoke salmon or coke famine your friend'll do you
Cause you make a little paper but you acting greedy
They'll cook ya momma in front of you just like hibachi Peaty
There's no Tahiti, forty five scrolls in graffiti
Beamers on BBs, the shit only seen on the TV
It really happened in the galaxy of Queens
Giving credit you indebted off the fallacies of fiends
I walk a road less traveled, push the foreign car
Often spark steel and known to play the gun guitar
The drugs sell by themselves you just a common factor
Real star is in the jar you the supporting actor
Blood thirsty so I'm howling at the moon
Puff a pound of boom, marijuana, she met a valid doom
We gotta get it cause we living for the minute
Keep the windows tinted, smoke in the whip, keepin it lemon scentedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Simple Man[Verse 1]
Hailing from parts unknown
Smoke and an Ice-O-Later
Spanish women in the crib they making rice for later
Wash the chicken in the sink then they pat it dry
Then they hit it with Adobo
My face is global
You're like a homo
My blood is pure I'm bred noble
Getting head up on a red sofa
Do a cartwheel in the Jag door
My shorts sag to the floor
Extra virgin olive oil up my ankle bone
Visit the bank with the chrome
Then have a banquet in a Rome
Five hours later in the tank top at home with my feet up
Abusing drugs
Using Susans
With two midgets naked for my amusement
You understand me?

[Hook]
As my drug rise quick, all my homies got a cup
Reliving all the days when no one even gave a fuck
Matching college sweatsuits hopping out the truck
Knee her in the stomach, drugs are dropping out her butt
[Verse 2]
Blow a few stacks on the capture
Even more for the statue
Portraits in Africa
My shirt protected by napkins
Catch me in Paris paper thin leather on a pleasant day
S'il vous plaît have my money
Ain't nothing funny
Legs crossed smoking Dunhills
We been to Brussels
Been to Holland
Rolling joints as thick as columns
Anything I want is fifty dollars
Twist ignition keys
You see me where the river be, floating
Big coat, toasting
White grapes in flute glasses
Hold a belt in two classes
I'm known to chief that green, Robert Parish
Shifting new coupes, lavish colored stewed cabbage
Young and ravishing galloping with the cavalry
Exotic parrots, you perish you’re like a parody
I’m in the galley of the ship cooking scrambled eggs up
On some Casey Ryback shit from "Under Siege"
Throwing darts like Byron Leftwich
Serve a fiend a continental breakfast out the building off the steps
Five series beamer wagon filled with Hess
Protect mine like eagles with the nest
I'm out for justice
[Hook]
As my smoke rise quick, all my homies got a cup
Reliving all the days when no one even gave a fuck
Matching college sweatsuits hopping out the truck
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Suede[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Exhale the fucking essence, absorb me
Peace to Lonnie Londell
Everything is mar-vel
Kid, on this side we shine like the sun
Though the night brisk on the night shift
Peep the tight lips
Cause muthafucking loyalty is priceless
Fly bitch blow me harder than a vuvuzelo
My mood is mellow
Catch me hopping out the Cougar, yellow
Brew the Bustelo, Brosonlino
Smooth as Othello in convertible Z3's bruising the pedal
Chief of command, it's hard for you to try to see me
Your team ain't ready to win a war like Mussolini
Harsh as a Russian winter
Still we dining at Lupa right there on Bleecker and Thompson
Eating a custom dinner
Wine served, about a third of the glass filled
Premium rap skills, lounging in the Catskills
Let me end this with a kiss from my bitch
One love, Bronsonlino, signing off
Who better than this, kid?

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Luxury sports apparel is what I rock to cover feet
I feel like everyday is Thanksgiving
That's how we usually eat
Rep the street, my flow is heat
Queens made me complete
When we outside deep
It's like a Double L retreat
You know my status, everything's mar-vel
Hard shell shots will tear you up
Now you scar well
Bizarre hell, I'll take you there
Never fear nothing, not me
Shellfish specialist, I'll eat it if it's from the sea
Action Bronson is in the building
So it smells like half a key
He's usually smoking marijuana in a jacket past his knee
Yeah, we live this, still crispest
Back to business, fuck bitches
Most of ya'll were living blind until I hit the light switches
Peace to my dress code and my way of life
Super trife, slay your wife
Ask about the way Lauren can lay the pipe
Never duplicated, wordplay is custom made
Niggas know my steez
Catch me in Queens covered in suede (word up!)
[Verse 3: Shaz Illyork]
The fine fabric delegates
And Peter Pan Posse
This the finale, Youtube is where the fans watch me
High definition, Lo religion
Loving Scottie Pippen's
Switched it from Jordan Dream Team
It hurt the slutty women
Love to collab, I used to dabble in a couple of things
Facelift the Team, Outdoors, where the Mens will be
Cop Killer Queens, the Upper East, we need a gallery
We unscripted, real drama, never no fallacies
I might party like a rock star for a couple of days
A couple strays tag along taking bumps of K
I keep a Buddha, little liquor, make me triple stack
Ideal wifey, small titties and a lot of ass
They call me Shaz, before it was my government
Unholy convenant, could never get enough of it

[Verse 4: Fonda]
So pay attention when this rich bong's broken in half
And don't get left behind to choke on my gas
Ginger ale, juggle, Gen Pop, pockets intact
Prime king in the booth
I got it like that
But wait, audible react
Don't get caught in the trap
Real recognize real
And see it's part of the act
I break hearts, surround sound
With the sermon I spit
And leave behind a trail of permanent drips
In a room full of douchebags burning their lips
And bugging out about the right amount of water to mix
The freebase specialist, I dug him a ditch
Struggling with that addiction's a son of a bitch, fucko
I'll give you something to fix, get sober
You'll understand when you're older
The rap Al Bundy got the handicapped boner
Hot breath and the ice cold shoulder
So, give me room so my set can breathe
I'm from the Up East, plus I got connects in Queens
So how you want it?
Bent, skeed or straight blunted
My rap good like Deer Park in your stomach
[Verse 5: Machine]
Incredible Hulk, flash the villainous smile
He trying to stay young, he's never going out of style
Fresh to death like the corpse out the morgue
The new slang stay stiff, pause
No shirt when he record
Stay zoned, known to kick rap through payphones
Mighty Healthy set the tones
Spread the wealth through fly poems
Well known rap flesh
Keep it tight like close homies
And never known to flip like a Solid Gold Cody
Known to keep it scummy like a Sunday at Jones Beach
Known to keep it bummy like a Sunday at Centre Street
Known for having fun, blacking out, that's the motto
@toechamp, twitter game you should follow
US Weekly with the centerfold
A thousand tapes pressed up
A thousand tapes sold
Kids screaming out, "when the mixtape coming?"
Streets is fiend out, yo, they really need something
Understood, no matter what
Shine like the sun
Remember one thing
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Savage from Sarasota[Intro/Sample: Macho Man Randy Savage & Arsenio Hall]
I'm the Tower of Power
Too sweet to be sour
I'm funky like a monkey
Sky is the limit
And space is the place
Hello!

[Verse 1]

Yo, as the clouds shift over and cover half of the moon up
The smoke leave my lungs
That's my jam, turn the tunes up
2nd Avenue, cruising in a beamer
Holding ninas, my feets are featured in a Fila shoe
Time to get mine, never see me standing in a breadline
Never bedtime cause I'm a headline
From here to Portugal, kick it like Ronaldo
Mustache like Geraldo
Let the money pile, ho
Yay high
I'm on fire like a gay guy
But pause that
Raw rap, break your thorax
Long, White dick inserted in your whore's back
I'm fucking hookers straight from Kazakhstan- Borat
[Midtro/Sample: "Macho Man" Randy Savage]
I'm a Chameleon, yeah, huh uh
Chameleon?
Uh Huh!, yeah!
I'm talking about the beat goes on, yeah
And the beat goes on, yeah
And the beat goes on

[Verse 2]

I smell the ocean cause I'm near the coast
Queens breakfast
In the streets you could hear the toast pop
Probably over some butter
In a penthouse, but I rose from the gutter
Where's my money?
Cut a finger, send it home to your mother
Bring your visors back
Skin fades, beards with Giambi lenses
Big Walkmans, yellow ones, the Sports shit
Bow to my portrait
Thousands of horses
That laid under the hood that's in the back of the Porsche
War stories from my people that survived 'em
Bitches sucking dick that's on arrival
Paralyze your spinal cord
For smoking drugs, I'm on the honor roll
Don't get arrested
Stuffed the rest in her punana hole
This shit is wunderbar
Hard top, 740 German
'94, copping soccer cleats out of Herman's
Laying in the grass
Out the basket, eating grapes
Shorty throwing signs that she wet below the waist
Swinging like beyond wall, geishas in the corner
Bronson like a spy, giving facials in the sauna
Snap my fingers, waiters come
Smoking with the lazy lung
Every kind of drug is on deck like a Navy gun
War stance, one call will make a broad dance
And then the pussy coming right up out your whore's pants
No romance, it's straight brutal
Body sumo, biting bitches like I'm Cujo
The lane switcher, the grain gripper
The soft, leather seat sitter
Head while I'm on the shitter
Bette Midler
Flushing, Queens death spitter
Donnie Baseball, standing on the left hitter
[Outro/Sample: Macho Man Randy Savage]

Macho Man is right now
So sweet as honey
Macho Man is on a roll and he can't be stopped, no
Elizabeth understands what I'm talking about, yeah
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Marcus Aurelius[Intro]
It's me (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who the fuck else? (Uh)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Sworn enemies like rattlesnake and mongoose (Uh)
I'm laid up while mami makin' mangu (Uh)
I just put like twenty turbos on the Honda, shit from '92 (Ah)
Surround my body with the Paulo Santo (Yeah)
Yeah, bitch it's Bronny and the Bronco
Once again, ridin' in the sunset (Ooh)
Blood inside my eyes (Uh), I can't let it touch my son's head (No)
The shit drippin' on the BoJack's with no napkins (Uh)
Just made this one take, no actin'
Already travelled back and forth to different galaxies, no cappin' (God damn)
You starin' at the Captain (Uh), a young Eric Clapton (Uh)
The all white B7 Alpina see me lamped in (Uh)
Money green sweatsuit made by champion a champion (Champion)
Fuck the blunts, double parked outside the Pantheon
Feelin' like I'm Maximus (Uh)
This type of shit'll make the feedback flip
Make the plane fly backwards (Ooh), make the college coach buy my pops a tractor then I practice (Blue Chips)
We set him up through the computer, he a catfish (Haha)
He thought it was Maria (Uh-uh)
But it was a motherfucker that looked like Judge Mathis (Ah-ah)
Pull the machete out the mattress (Oh, oh)
Caught him slippin', he an actress
[Chorus]
If I had a watch (Uh), I'd probably throw that shit in the river (Uh)
Hunnid K just to shiver (Yeah)
Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Uh, uh, man)
If I had a watch (Nah)
If I had a watch (Uh), I'd probably throw that shit in the river (Uh)
Half a milli' just to shiver
Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Fuck, fuck, uh, fuck)
If I had a watch (If I had a watch, fuck that, uh)

[Verse 2]
While mami make the mofongo, I play the bongo
And race four wheelers through the jungle (Man, oh, man)
It's like I'm everybody's favorite uncle (Man, for real)
They always ask for money (Uh, for real)
They know we stay in trouble (Uh)
But still they love me off the humble (Ah)
Shit, same here, bitch I love you (Ah)
I make the Jag dance seductive (Ah, ooh)
Things in my life I can't discuss, why? (Ooh)
'Cause people can't be trusted (Uh, woo)
I circle blocks like an estrange husband with the OJ gloves in (Ah, woo)
You better lay low cousin (Yeah, woo)
Man where the clams at? Nobody ordered ham here (Uh, nobody)
Grabbed his arm (Uh), pulled his hand, he'll stand clear (Ah)
Start the saw, just like you breakin' down a deer, you hear? (Ah, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom)
Man I swear (Ah), you fuckin' with the wrong one (True)
And it's gonna catch up to you in the long run (Guess you run)
Shit's bizarre (It is), I play the MAC 11 like guitar (Uh, uh)
Yeah I'm so Queens Boulevard (Uh)
Jump out the plane, only a hoodie on (Uh)
They don't what he's on (Nah)
I think I see me you involved but shit I could be wrong
I could be wrong, could be wrong
[Chorus]
If I had a watch, I'd probably throw that shit in the river (Uh, yeah)
Hunnid K just to shiver (Uh)
Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Uh)
If I had a watch (Yeah, nah, uh)
If I had a watch (Uh), I'd probably throw that shit in the river
Hunnid K just to shiver
Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Uh)
If I had a watch (Nah)
If I had a watch, I'd probably throw that shit in the river
Hunnid K just to shiver
Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Uh)
If I had a watch (Nah)
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Vega[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse]
Crash my shit, send myself straight through the window (Uh)
The lead actor in my life story, Delroy Lindo (Uh)
My hash got me spinnin' like a hula hoop
Couple noodles lose from the chicken noodle soup, uh
Hangin' out the Porsche with a cape on (Uh)
I'm the type of stallion you wanna put your cake on
What you doin'?
Man, I'm laying by the lake drinkin' napalm
Ready to turn the motherfuckin' to Steak-umm
Carvin' a thousand roses in the Draco (ah hah)
Stupid (ah hah)
Go get me a motherfuckin' bagel, mane
Stupid (ah hah) (get me my motherfucking bagel, man)
As I jump from the Alfa Romeo like I was skydivin' (Yeah)
Talkin' 'bout how I'm out my mind, that's from thе sidelines though (Ho)
I'm out your range, ho (Ho)
Elmеr Fudd shotgun shells, fly out the gauge, ho
Disintegrate your facial (Ho)
Motherfuckers owe me some Rolexes (I need 'em)
Motherfuckers owe me some planes (Let me get that)
For letting these suckers live in my lane (Uh uh)
Someone owes me a dinner table (Uh huh)
Just make sure it fits twenty hash pipes, [?] (Uh huh)
You know the vibes, family (Yeah)
I do a tumble out the Hummer and throw a knife right through your eye cavity
I'm recognized as a stand-up guy by five families (Rambo)
That means I'll take it to the gravel
My alibi for the police is I was naked in Seattle (I was)
Million-dollar calls while I'm shittin'
I close the deal, that's what I call pimpin' (Pimp)
Shoes on my feet, that's called Pippen
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Brutal[Intro: Action Bronson]
Ah, yeah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
I'm glad I never used cocaine, 'cause I would be an addict
Running 'round town ass naked, chase rabbit
They found me face down at the Great Lake Tavern
A payday pattern, the fake ID said “JJ Adams”
My other one was stolen by a madame
She whispered to the hooker like, “We have him”
She was right, I was blinded by the pussy like
Gotta make it home because my wifey said it's cookie night
Plus I owe two hundred large to the bookie
I think I might boogie

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Head crack, bread stack, I'm a G
Iced out like Pat Ewing's knee
All white, alright, I'm the hood pope
Break night, take flight, got the good dope
Adidas Boost on, looking like a highlighter
True fact, I'm a livewire
Got denied at the red light district
Shorty said I probably break wombs with this dick
My life is the fountain of youth
Let a rapper talk slick, he'll get found in the booth
Draw mom on my face and rock one gold tooth
Then it's back to the strip, gotta get more loot
Persian lamb jackets, chinchilla collars
Surgeon hand ratchets, winners get dollars
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Live From Kissena Blvd(Hook)
Ayo I represents Queens
Yea, you already know, come on
You know what time it is
Ayo I represents Queens
Please, let em know
Ayo I represents Queens
Bam bam yea yea uh
Statik
Yo I represents Queens, I prop scenes up
Yea

(Verse 1 - Action Bronson)
Yea the cops set me up, tried to play Action
Good thing I’m like Peyton with the play action
Gold wagon need a diaper cause I’m shitting on em
No lying, engine like a retarded lion
Very special, twist pussy like pretzel
The driver named Fletcher
Sit in the back of the Cadillac stretcher
Maroon dash, air bloom when the platoon blast
Blue grass in the Jag playing jazz
Beige rider glove on my hand
Damn call me Bam Bam Baklava
Sell ten out the minivan like a soccer mom
Back flip out the eight
Doctor Octagon, Aqua Huaraches on
Put the fork in the pasta with the Shiitakes on it
Ain’t a dime, get a move without Papi on it
Green paper, motherfuckers left sloppy for it
Come on, come on
(Hook)

(Verse 2 - Action Bronson)
Throw the left hook, knock a horse out
World came from across town, I put the fork down
Through the knapkin and the dessert disgusted
Lick the mustard, kiss my cousin
Motherfuck you know I do my thing, it’s nothing
Suede patches on the elbow of the jacket
Fodd saver bags for the green crack
Toast to Sesame seeds on the sea bass
Candy skywalker Adidas
Sitting courtside heat jazz
Please, my bitch squeeze at 45 degrees
While I shift the V with Mystique
Kiss on your cheek, go to sleep
I roll the leaf up uh, cut through the block with Queen Latifa
A hundred grand wrapped in a flag of Trinidad
I been a dad, smoke dope, got the same taste as a lemon head
I wanna meet the bitch that invented head
Korean meats laid on a lettuce bed, roll up

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Splash[Hook]
"Splash" by Baklava
Man, woman, whatever
"Splash"
"Splash" by Baklava
"Splash" by Baklava
Man, woman, whatever
"Splash"

[Part 1]
Butt naked divin' off boats (Ah)
Butt naked rippin' up the slopes (Ah)
'Til I got the toast (Yeah)
I'll ride horse like Navajo (Uh)
The saddle got big guns of Navarone (Woo)
One whistle bring the cattle home
I'm like a ninja turtle, battletoad (Woo)
T-tops on the black Camaros (Woo)
Spinnin' shit like a hammer throw (Uh)
Smash pussy like cantaloupe (Uh)
I'll eat your cookies, fuck the Santa note, uh (Yeah, man)
It smells so good like mama cookin' (Uh, uh, uh)
Rest in peace to the Mamba
Might dunk on a motherfucker's head in your honor (Uh)
Scout's honor (Uh)
Make the whole park hoot and holla, uh
[Outro]
"Splash", a new fragrance by Baklava
"Splash" by BaklavaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Cliff Hanger[Intro]
Yeah
Young Swinger
Baklava
Young Gary Sheffield
Queens shit
Flushin' to be exact, uh
Young Captain
Young everything
It's me bitch

[Verse]
Stuck in the maze, switch my face up like Nicolas Cage's
Switch up the plates before them cowards catch a gaze
I'm in the shower with my Latin maid
That ass is hot, you could crack an egg and cook it
She told me, shake my dick, I shook it
She wasn't even lookin'
She was locked in watchin' Vampire in Brooklyn
Eddie Murphy with the long hair
Well, I prefer Trading Places
Shit, I might have landed a role in the new Matrix
Cop the blue spaceship
Just stay the fuck from 'round my essence if you got two faces
I'm fired up, like an old-school basehead, from Mill Basin
86' shit, I can still taste it
I lost my house on the Raiders, and those fuckin' Lakers
They tackled Bo at the 30 and did me dirty
Elbow injury for Magic, ankle injury for Worthy
I'm in that black 8-50 twirlin'
With the all brown shearlin' on
Earl the Pearl jersey, my mind got murder on it
Dudes be emotional bitches
I float in the six and if I want, I could put like twenty ki's of coke on my wrist
You know the kid, one hand hang off the cliff
Like I'm Sly Stallone
I'd rather die alone than live around you motherfuckin' cowards
[Outro]
It's true, it's true, it's true
It's true, it's true, it's true
It's true, it's true, it's true
It's true, it's true, it's true
Only for DolphinsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Bronson Mania[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Ayyo hit or miss shorty wake up shorty shit the fish
Razor sniff, leave the pocket when you see the Blitz
You never know the type of pickle you in
Till you wake up in a cell and nuts will tickle your chin
It's Vinny Gorgeous with the sinister grin
And if it wasn't for the drugs I'd probably be in the gym
If I'm not up in the studio, I'm up in your wife
If you had a bigger package she'd be up in your life
In 93' I had to cop me the Flights, started plottin the heist
So I cop me a knife, these sneakers cost a hundred forty duke
I'm stoppin' your life, better yet I'll cut your cock off with the choppin device
You never know it could be you up on the table
Emergency rush in will pull your bladder through your navel
Special pants cover that feces bag, another man rockin that chain
And the piece he had, We kill the cow carve it for the proper preparations
Braise the leg sir the loin make the brisket Cajun
Rib eye prime prefer you leave the bone in, the tomahawk chop is only meant for grown men
Zonin' sequin shirts with the stone gems
I'll never have it, duke—I'd rather let the chrome sin
Equip for the rip, you faggot pussies sit where you piss
These queens killers hit the strip with the sniff, bitch
Roll up the grass crazy willy man will stuff your ass
With a gerbil, serve your girl a custard mask
Crush the glass, dip my fist and step inside the ring
Inside the bing,pussy ran he tried to hide the thing
Come through to the courts, a hundred down from any spot
Dribble shoot, the penny drop just like a henny shot
You look astonished, face twisted like a Twizzler
My people laughin cause they know we goin sizzler
Purpose to life, prestige pussy plenty paper
Steam risin off Jacuzzi women different flavors
Whips are major, shits aggressive like a vicious saber
You trick the paper, tell your bitch that I'mma hit it later
Accurate palm strikes, on like disposition, John Stockton
I'm scoring and I'm also dishin
Magic long night pipe with no intermission
Put on the DL, Tommy John no more pitchin
This is Queens watch words, just like Persian
Jissepe Dishdo Automatic with the conversion
You never know might be the next to meet the surgeon
Split like a pig, and left you bleedin like a virgin
Inhaler of smoke the fine chronic conoisseur
We Bobba Ghanoush the tan colored pile of Raw
The humus and bread, olives from another land
And fuck a burger, i'd rather eat the mother lamb
I'm Royce Gracie the magician of submission, elegance in the kitchen
My ambition ain't to glisten, but yo, Fuck all the jewelery shit
Provide me with a sturdy whip, a package on the dirty bitch
Titty size a 36, 30 dicks what she takin in a single sittin
Silk and linin what I'm sportin when the Eagles winnin
Yo bet the oval, cause the corners are a little iffy
In a minute turn a macho man a little sissy
I'm never pissy, all the women wanna kiss the
Flushin grizzly, heavy but they never diss me
Cause I be in and out of pussy like a stream of piss
Gleam the wrist, nah fuck it, rather steam the blissEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Mofongo[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
'94 Roosevelt copped the green card
'99 up in the Macy's we the steam squad
Me libere, weed inside a cigere
Action Bronson, Bronsoliño, tigere
Taco truck wrap hotter than Serranos
You know the motto, dawg, siempre gano
Mi hermano, got the jugo in the bottle
En el camino, burning rubber, hit the throttle
Life in the fast lane, licensed to flash change
Hyphen the last name, twice when the cash came
Currently I'm moving forward from some past pain
Spit the shit that have us hopping out of glass range
Watch when people get some money how their class change
Cop a crib right by the lake for twenty [?]
Carve initials in the grass, Edward Scissorhands the bushes
Lean on Tempur-Pedic, smoking seven different kushes

[Interlude]
Pussy, pussy, pussy
We have black pussy
We have smelly pussy
We have yellow pussy

[Verse 2: Shaz]
We back by old timers
And young up-and-comers
Plot in the winter then we storming all up in summer
Fuck the dime piece, I want a deuce or better
I mean the smoke dimes fine when they give a header
Gimme a nine or eight, with a cute face
Appreciate it, shoot game, and roll blue eights
I'm on the J train, BK hop off at Myrtle
I'm on one puff away from Dante's Inferno
But I don't want to burn, unless it's crystalized
Put one high, smoke the pain away, the morning time
Only a [?], snapback vintage
[?] image on the sweater screen-printed
Same tripping, molly got me seeing visions
Lifestyle like [?]
Never slip into your holy superstitions
[?] wise, if I pull it guarantee I'm a fucking killerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Back 2 The Future[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Back to the future
Yo all I need is just a snippet of the orchestra
And now we rockin' leathers and my team is dippin' Porsches
Trained in special forces I remain the same
Modeling the rugby with the horses on it, I'm lookin' gorgeous on it
A light gallop
The suit is seersucker like a scallop
Cop the land and over time you see the price pile up
My life style the dream of money though it feel nostalgic
It's sunny skies and good karma that keep the cheese surrounding (You'd be astounded motha'fucka)
I'm known to kick it like I'm Ronaldinho
My rhymes are spicy as a jalapeño, '87 fine Yovino
Cash the drift, one leaf wrap up the reefer
Now the vision seem clear, just like the cover on the beeper
Zero-10, 7:15, month of July
Shorty blowing on my dick my eyes closed, smoke in the sky
Exhale, right through my nose
North bound, headed for gods
First check, a quarter mil
Half that, split with the squad, kid

[Interlude: Action Bronson]
Damn it's like, I don't even know which way to go no more man
Just reflecting on my life now
I gotta get with it
Yo
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Deep reflection, smoking drug as the wind blow
Ash the $50 marijuana out the window
My golden aura shine, rising past the borderline
I crush the grape like a Greek to make a gorgeous wine
Open the Dutch and let tobacco fly through the wind, the saga begin
.38 parts, vivid like photography lens
Soon to see me dip mahogany Benz
I'm into quality, monogamy with all of my gems
That means I'm, true to it
The beat I give the flu to it
Or maybe AIDS if I had it, 'cause I'm a fuckin' addict
I'm on the terrace drinkin' wine and eatin' fuckin' rabbit
To cleanse the palate, lemon segments tossed up in the salad
Spark the pepper, my mind is like a Harvard lecture
Bronsolini going Persian on the carpet texture
Ancient Roman on the architecture
Straight outta' mothafuckin' Queens, my team, we got the heart to wet ya'
A Dutch Master like Robben and Sneijder, strike like a viper
The bottom of shoe tap like a typewriter
Pipe slider, I'm a fuckin' ninja warrior
We do the drug and eat ćevapi in Astoria
I ride zebras all through the jungle, take rock and never fumble
Shoot gun, right from the waist, slide piece to make it mumble on the come through
Several grams are stuffed inside the grundle
Saw the goal line, went airborne and did a tumble
Then I landed on my feet the two G's, impressed the sand
Wipe sweat, right off my brow, next door, dig up the lamb
That's been roasting over seven hours
Bronsolini smoke the deadly sour
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Ring Ring[Intro: Action Bronson]
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Uh
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
It's the captain, skipper

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
To all the women that I hurt in the past, I didn't mean it (Sorry)
Now that we clear, come here, put your mouth right here (Uh huh)
I'm rare like a white deer with spiked hair (Uh)
New Nike Airs, smoke big cigars in a nice chair (Uh)
Oh why, oh why do I feel like I'm starving in Lionheart?
And sniffled every drug that's on the science chart (Damn)
I got a Mayan heart and I'm running
Like I'm Deion once the sirens start
Ring ring by the park, my pants keep falling
I hop the fence easy (Uh)
They stopped chasing, damn, my ID dirty
Habañero, eat thirty, swerve off (Skrt)
Genesis, I Can't Dance blasting
Heavy metal hand clapping, captain, uh

[Refrain: Big Body Bes]
Machine gun money

[Break: Action Bronson]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's me
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
I'ma stay fly until I'm up on that big spaceship in the sky (Sky)
The money coming with me when I die (Yes)
My drugs are coming with me when I die (Uh)
Nobody better cry (No), nobody better cry, man (No)
If you need me, I'm at the bottom of Lake Titicaca
Watching Euro Cup soccer, Portugal won, it was a shocker (Uh)
This rhythm open up my chakra (Uh)
And it keep telling me to cop the Porsche in aqua (Ooh)
It also said your boy is destined for an Oscar (Ooh)
And for my birthday, mommy blessed me with a chopper (Oh)
On my worst day, you couldn't clean my boxers
Or diagnose this mind with eighty doctors (Uh)
Life's a box of chocolates, it's me, man

[Refrain: Big Body Bes]
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Hard Target[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Huh-huh, huh
Uh

[Verse 1]
Ayo, the weed don't even hit me like it used to (Nah)
When I was youthful (Damn, why?)
Man, I don't even know how to pray, dog (Fuck)
This big, long shit get sprayed off, uh
Ruined my life bettin' my money on them gray dogs (Fuck it)
If I die today I'm still gon' live forever (Forever)
I might just pop up when it's long leather jacket weather (Undertaker)
When the caddy drive a little slower (Woo)
When that haze hit my lung (Swoo)
And my eyes get a little lower (Swoo)
They had the camcorders goin' at the cookout (Uh)
If police approach (Uh-uh), you can hear the whistles from the lookouts (Yeah)
Shit man, I just put two fuckin' books out (Two of 'em, two of 'em)
Bestsellin' author, motherfucker, I'm good now (I'm good now), shit

[Chorus]
Meyhem in your mom kitchen like Ving Rhames
Rockin' big chains, lookin' like Rick James (James)
This ain't no kids game (This ain't no kids game, uh)
Hear me? Uh (Hear me?), yeah
[Verse 2]
I broke his jaw on West fourth (Yeah), everybody screamed, "Worldstar" (Worldstar)
Jumped through the window of my girl's car, then swerved off (Skrr)
'Bout to cop this fourth floor loft, just off my thoughts (Uh)
I'm butt naked playin' ball, bitch, hold that (Swish, swish)
No watch, no chain, just a down to earth gorgeous motherfucker with some fame (Uh, uh)
Star traveler, a midnight babbler (Uh)
I narrowly escaped to Babylon (Babylon)
In a baby blue Porsche wagon Panama, shit Panama
(Babylon, Babylon, Babylon, Babylon, Babylon)
I ordered fire roasted turbo from Britney (Uh)
With the mint leaves (True), plated simply for my family (True)
Brought all my people with me (All of them)
Display my art up in the Whitney (Please)
This chick with me look like Whitney (Just like her)
And, yeah, she only sniff with fifties (Uh)
Shit gettin' risky (Risky, risky, risky)

[Chorus]
Meyhem in your Mom kitchen like Ving Rhames
Rockin' big chains, lookin' like Rick James
This ain't no kids game (No), this ain't no kids game
This ain't no kids game (Ah), hear me? This ain't no kids game (Ah)
This ain't no kids game (Ah), this ain't no kids game (Ah), uh (Yeah)

[Verse 3]
Thousand horses in the Shelby (Vroom, vroom)
Havin' lunch in the Catacombs
Doggy, doggy, smell me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Basic bitch, she got the bag with all them LV's
I like my bags filled up with money straight from Tel Aviv (Bling)
Or diamonds (Bling)
And there's nothin' on consignment (Bling, bling, bling)
I said it's all about the product and not the salesman (Swing, swing)
New York to Paris, three hours because of tailwind
I'm so wave it's like I sailed in (Sailed)
I tell that tale about the great white whale that's on the trail for his paper (ayayayayay)
Buy a brand new outfit for a motherfuckin' hater
I'm high as fuck at the seder
I play ball, pop, I never was a skater (Skater)
I'm more like big Van Vader (Uh) doin' a layup (Ah), feel me?
Uh (Let's get out of here)
[Chorus]
Meyhem in your mom kitchen like Ving Rhames
Rockin' big chains
This ain't no kids game, this ain't no kids game
This ain't no kids game, this ain't no kids game
This ain't no kids game
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Shredder[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
It's me, it's me (It's me)
It's me (It's me)

[Verse]
Here I am sunk in the Jeep
Windows up, you can't see the boy
'Cause these cowards think it's huntin' season (Uh)
I just pressed a button (Uh)
And the stuff from the trunk come to the front (Ah)
Before I throw this pack of dynamite I light the blunt up (Uh)
Trippin' balls, as I drive the Grand Cherokee Laredo through the mall (Shit)
Like it's Mario Kart (Ooh)
Pop the hood, all chrome with the four turbos (Ooh)
This shit kickin' harder than them four turtles (Woo)
I'm runnin' backwards was tryna save time (Uh)
Stage crime (Uh)
So we can do crimes at the same time (Uh)
Been tap dancin' on the rock for so long I made wine (Uh)
Just tryna stay low from Shaitan
So I put my shades on (Oh, man), head to toe suede on (Uh)
Yeah, I'm lookin' like Blade 2 (Uh), cook up a strange soup (Uh)
Hand to hand money get exchanged, it's all the same
No motherfuckin' change, it's the game bitchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Amuse Bouche[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

I been fly since the Big Bossman feud with the Mountie
Bobby Bacalhau, crocodile, know the proper style
Curtis Martin run the rock in for the Jets yo
I would watch my older cousins makin' profits on the steps, made my mind up
Never see me hustlin' for Honda's, Eyes are on the Zonda, eyes low from puffin ganja
My fuckin life is like a ghetto drama, sip the green tea
Polish off the metal cause we men of honor
You see the P, left side of the Cardigan sweaty
Well now you know that I'm a rocker like Marty Jannetty
The low shit, kill the pussy with the whole dick
Slicker than the oil on the marble with the flow shit
Hard bottoms cat's be clickin' like the horses do
We just dined, but I'm down to take your portion too
Smoke a few sticks, poke a few tricks
Shave the points off the game call it Blue chips
This ain't Shaq an penny action squeeze the Mac elevy
Tsunami lyric from the inner corner crack the levy
Snake the hash cause my skills tight pair the salmon with the dill right
Grab your hammer and hold your shield tight

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
My life is inches from death I blow the piff on the step
Spit the phlegm, hold my dick when I rap, plus the suede feet
Play the street, hear the music of the city lights flashin
With high fashion and some nice titties
Drug dealers sell the drugs are for realin
Angry mothers cuff there children when they walk in the buildin'
We stand tall, like the great wall i'll never fall
Disobey the law, summer spring and fall don't forget the winter
Before Splinter and the turtles, rock the lightweight
Lo' jacket with the man, hopin the hurdle vicious with verbal
Stuffed inside your bitch is a gerbil, seven platters on the table
Dutch's filled up with herbal, grow accustom to the fast life
Raise the glass, tap the glass twice now they flick the picture
Cause we passed nice Peace to Queens though heavy on the C-note
Ricky Steamboat one love BronsolinioEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Body LanguageAction Bronson
Yeah

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Hey yo
It's the aggressor with the nickle plated pressure
Hit you hard like London Fletcher, leave you sleeping on the stretcher
Action Osama ain't the one to play games with
Ain't shit changed dick, I'm still the same with the same click, prick
Cross your legs when you sit down in the chair
My nuts are there, rape your mother live in despair
We'll take the candy out your daughters mouth
Order up a porterhouse, smoke a quarter ounce
Cores at the Norvin House, corner standing below three
Frozen cheeks, frozen feet
Niggas holding heat cause its a cold street
Heavy bearded blowing blunts the face, roll another blunt to chase
Roasted perfection perfectly done to taste
Old and new it's Nike zooted like a lunar flight
Been blowing Buddha right, I never eat the tuna, sike
Both fists are gloved up, you dumb fuck
Get left in dump trucks, when I commence the duck hunt
Two o'clock you hear the cannon pop, right outside the Spanish spot
Converted the drug den we call the cannon spot
Grab the money out the safe, shoot him in the waist
Just a little taste, before I finish off his face
Sports drop lightly breaded like a pork chop
Drug and gems, money stashed it in the floor spot
Barry Bronson shooting juice before the Mitchell Report
Never snitching in court, we blitzing the fort
All my niggas pitching for sport
Putting up Clemen numbers, four bitches shit in the bag
And now there's seven Hummers
[Verse 2: Science]
Hey yo a fantasy crazy the form it is
Of a supreme being that has strange ways of gathering cream
Grade-A stopped of cop blocked hard rocks and
Get knocked by undercover narcs in the park after dark
Oil dripping, tire spinning free will showing that crime sells
Doing big deals with krills, eating high-priced meals
We still dipping police, flipping hashish
Causing moms great grief, when you hit them streets
Cause we have precise understanding of dismantling
Words you planning, you start to scrambling
Put your life to gambling, the black heart nigga
Who start shit no babe? departed
I know more than one word besides arson
I got intensity with my history
Blaze, haze more than the sun rays
Glow more the MICer with the Jerry-curl glaze
My passion is right there with fashion
I feel a fever
That's why I'm reaching like a baby that was teething
Saying it's time for me to start the eating
Science is teaching
You preaching prophecies of an untold road
That finally unfold that behold the truth of the real foes
ID's were known
My pat is on they toes
Shot fired, police scatter like crows
Full-body blow
React like a high women terrain like it's Halo
Blunts burn slow, I put pieces together like it's Lego
Before you say go, six niggas hit the floor like "Yeyo!"
Dry up and crumble like it's Play-Doh
Because I say so
Rest in peace 357
My baby, I love herEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Jerk Chicken[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
From the Colosseum Block to the Island, "What the blood clot?"
Stay designing, always wiling, and we puff pot
Queens to Brooklyn, no lies, give 'em 'nought shot
Chicken been getting jerked before your little nuts dropped
You know the mantra, Tyson in [El Fonta?]
The i-tal jockey keep me fucking like a monsta'
Her landing strip is red like hair that's on Tatanka
I'm steady diving in chocolate like Willy Wonka
I take a knee and shoot a duck in the air
Five minutes, I'm making stuffing filled with truffles and pears
I'm lapping "Go," while you only move a couple of squares
But still take out some time to do some drugs in the stairs
"Freeze! Lay on your stomach," what the popo said
My team selling the patties, getting cocoa bread
Babylon, them have to catch me, burn up on the irie!
Never die, I'ma give it to you my way!
Yo, peace to the chicken spot, peace to patty spot
Peace to the types of spot that Veggie Castle dready spot
The dollar van, the Wallabe and Reggie spot
And if a coward wanna rump I give him seven shots

[Hook]
Y'all wan' test we? I'm in the corner puffing Marley
Got the knife inside the boot, hoping they don't shoot
Cuz I don't want to hurt nobody, Ow
Y'all wan' test we? I'm in the corner puffing Marley
Got the knife inside the boot, hoping they don't shoot
Cuz I don't want to hurt nobody, Ow
[Verse 2: Maffew Ragazino]
Ay, ya no wan' rump with the senior
Who lean like he mixed Jamaican rum and tequila
Trail a load of hoes from Kingston and Montego
Keep dick hard like Rottweiler Mandingo
Bob Marley ganja, stuffed up in the fanta
Pass the dutchie towards San Fransisco
Where your nephew bout to bounty kill a punaani
Hoes know the Movado!
Lick a shot for Windswee
I am living dangerously, Barrington Levy
Make the girl wine like Beenie "Sim Simma"
Keys to my new bitch bimma, her name Serena
Rastafarian reefer got me feeling so irie, tranquil and leisure
Berry salmon and jerk chicken
Oxtail, gravy on white rice and fried plantainEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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I RememberDamn
Mad late
My fucking hernias popping out of my stomach and shit

[Verse]
Yo
She bent over in a mirror taking pictures
Crew a bunch of dykes and some Puerto Rican strippers
From Ridgewood she did her thing just like a bitch should
But in the morning started burning, I can't piss good
I cleared that up though
Diver’s scallops, sear ‘em
Seven grams of fuzzy in the palm’ll be the serum
The Rocketeer, out in Switzerland we poppin’ there
Mulatto babies cause you know your boy's a chocolatier
Haze galore, going Asian on the carpet
Artichokes and lamb
From the land not from the market
Blunts rolled consecutively
Who every really thought this motha fucka destined to be?
This type of style on the mic
Get razzled, dazzled
Stretch you like pilate
Penetrate your flower then I split
Karate
The shotty Hollywood, I gave the bitch a nosejob
And fuck a new Benz I'd rather cop the old Saab
Velour down short set paired with the cream joints
Wine, I always swirl it and smell it
Make an esteemed choice
My cheese sauce always known to keep a fiend moist
I swear my words’ll have me hopping out the green Royce
Rolls and blunted, crispy chicken, aged cheddar
Lonnie got a block of cheese, no it ain't feta
The semi-soft flow master with the hemi-talk
I'm higher than the motha fuckas at the heliport
Bronsolini Bronsolafski BronsolinioEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Dear Heather[Verse One: Action Bronson]
(This that beautiful shit)
She got the bathwater running, honey smelling like some almond milk
Lavender and cocoa nib, hop on a pogo stick
Don’t mind her, she’s only here for taking photos, shit
Unless you wanted to jump in all on the low, low
I love your pussy lips, the fatness and the shape of ‘em
And plus they got a little shake to them, many times forsaken ‘em
Improper use had led you to the doctor many times
In the past year, keep the flask near
Drink away the sorrows, reaching for tomorrow
Dip out of the country with this time that I have borrowed
Never to return again but you could write me with the feather
To my number one fan, I love you Heather

[Hook: Macie Stewart]
You’ve got me feeling so fine
And I can hardly find the time, yeah
Tomorrow’s so far down the line
So sit yourself down and unwind

[Verse Two: Rockie Fresh]
This year, I took a hundred flights
Which mean my girl cried a hundred nights
Hundred groupie hoes I gave the pipe
But I still found time to get my paper right
Big money on it, tell ‘em go and count the pile
Man I swear to God this life is wild
You be creative and they take your style
Lot of bitches out here lame, they just in denial
We keep it cool but she hot as hell, we make it melt
She got me living with a feeling that I never felt
And every day we smoke the dopest dope that has been dealt
I had to leave because I’m getting booked just like a show
She told me I’m a learn that some people ain’t worth the help
And you show them the ropes, they go and hang they self
And I gotta listen to anything that Heather say
I gotta stay shining, don’t wanna see Heather gray
Aye
[Hook: Macie Stewart]
You’ve got me feeling so fine
And I can hardly find the time, yeah
Tomorrow’s so far down the line
So sit yourself down and unwindEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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East Bound and Down[Verse: Action Bronson]
Hit the clutch, shift to the gear
Mash on the gas. You're soon to see me
Right by the lake just like a bass (kid)
Burn these sticks like a native, gold potatoes, cold tornados
Hash is like a ball of Play-Do
But never play, though, tryin' to get that play dough
To have the whole team creamy like alfredo
The mozzarella, basil, oil, and tomato
The thirty year balsamic laid up on that table
Next to me, a cigarette of drugs lay
There in my lungs that's while i'm driving, never drunk, wait
In the taxi shorty blessing me with tongue play
Ditch the cab, gonna twist it up the one-way
She lost a shoe, I bounced - dipped on her
Just a victim of the cold world to get warmer
Then I dipped with my spic friend in a quick Honda
Pick up a package from Juan down at the ship harbor
Sell it off in the crib, making the shit marble
Mar-vel taking chugs out of the big bottle
Dick sucks disappears thanks to a thick model
Her ass is fat but the coconut is a bit hollow
No point in asking if the motherfucking bitch swallow
Absolut(e), like the shit that's in the clear bottle
Straight from Sweden, see me counting money cheesin'
Ducks get shot out the sky, that's when it's huntin' season
Phone rings fiendin' for stuff, Danny Tanner
I handle business like a man, you're just a tranny dancer
I'm going down, kid
East motherfucking bound and down, bronsolino
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Dealer Plates[Hook]
At times I get too drunk to fuck, too high to deal with shit
I might just spend a hundred at the dealership
Even my haters gotta feel this shit
Enjoy the show, bitch you could suck my dick
You, you could suck my dick

[Verse]
As smoke lingers, the Earth spins like the ball on Earl "The Pearl" Monroe fingers
I've been a boat swinger, in my "Stone Cold" Steve Austin shirt with the clicker
You know we're still here, don't get mad at me
I've just been hooked on Grey's Anatomy
A good thing about that, is I could probably be a surgeon
'cause I could cut flesh with no burden
Drop a tab of acid
Let's just be for certain
The reaper lurkin'
In 1997 dog, my beeper was chirpin'
The 850's started speaking German
To find the true meaning you must be determined
I just want to be on T.V. forever like Chris Berman
Have diamonds blind my eyes while my wrist turnin'
Have my lady suck my dick while the spliff burnin'
It's picture perfect, man

[Pre-Hook]
Feel me, right? I know you feel me, right?
I know you feel me right, uh
[Hook]
At times I get too drunk to fuck, too high to deal with shit
I might just spend a hundred at the dealership
Even my haters gotta feel this shit
Enjoy the show, bitch you could suck my dick
You and you, you could suck my dick
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Action Bronson Freestyles on Flex | Freestyle #065[Intro: Action Bronson & Funk Flex]
Just put my motherfucking album out man
Just put- yo, Flex man you- (let's get up?)
Just put my motherfucking album out man (yeah, let's get up?)
Just put my motherfucking album out

[Verse: Action Bronson & Funk Flex]
Neck tattoos of praying hands couldn't help me
But I still smile for they selfie
Ah

Nah we could do it again, we could do it again
Nah we don't do anything again man
You wanna go from there?
I just wanna let them know something
I just wanna let you know (uh huh)
I'm back (be clear)
Queens is in the motherfucking building man

What up Mr. Baklava, we haven't seen you in a while
It's great to see that smile
Your hair looks wonderful, let me push this chair up under you
The weather's beautiful, you must have brought the sun with you
You're getting slimmer and you're tanner huh?
And you're speaking perfect Spanish, must have spent some time in Panama
I gotta tell you that you're absolutely glowing
All that fishing and relaxing that you're doing, it's showing
Uh, I might take up rowing, lay low until it's snowing
Then pop up looking Samoan
Mad suede covers my toes and, my fancy words keep me frozen
Uh, it's so easy being me, 'cause I'm that same OG
All I wanna do is blow my weed and stroke my queen
And buy a fleet of blue boats for the team
Fuck man, yo, my BMW scrape the floor
You understand? (I'm clear)
My BMW

The side of my crib looking like Wrigley field, covered wit' ivy
I could have been one of the Isley's
Nothing surprises me I'm obviously high in the driver's seat
It's like I'm rhyming on a silent beat
The groove move like voodoo put a needle in the doll
Yo is that Don Cheadle in the car? It looks just like him
About to watch the documentary that Spike did on Tyson

Shouts to Tracey Morgan you inspire me, man
I fucking love you
Blue Chips 7000, "Fuck, That's Delicious" book
We out here, you understand me?
Queens in this motherfucker, (clear)
Always (be clear)
Always man
Yo, listen, one more time

Yo, in front of 50,000 screaming, higher than I ever been
Eyes closed, mommy I'm a rock star
No one knows that I just woke up
Got doped up, I just grab the mic and go nuts
Eat donuts because I'm robust
I like to sit on women's shoulders
Red karate outfits like I'm Sho'nuffEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Dance SongVerse 1

I'm in the party rock the short set
Spanish mommi in the corset
Go right to the bathroom to get the whore wet
Never raw sex, yes I wear the plastic honey
I'm magic Bronsonelli spending all the magic money
Keep on grinding my dick
We'll be on Facebook in 20 seconds holding knives in the flick
Shorty dancing with her tittes out
Staring at me with that pretty mouth
Yo I'm bound to dig the kitty out
Just take me back to the youth
The tommy hil guess g rock the gortex on the boot
Smelling like shoup, you see me flex in the coup
Guess I came a long way from smoking bless on the stoop
But still, never frontin little hookers with there hands out
Shorty pull your pants out, pour the water on it
Shake it off like a dog
The sour diesel fog all the fly ladies singing a song
It's bronson!!!

(Hook)

Verse 2
We got the liquor flowing heavy, piff holding steady
Shorty in the room sniffing the confetti
Well now she talking my ear off
Whisper in the ear mommi take you brassiere off and show a tit
I'm on the couch going in on a dance move
My team a bunch of criminal vandals
No sandals, high stakes, bitches hopping out the cake
Bending over, show me how the booty shake
She did a split, stop and pop it like cherokee
Moving one cheek at a time right to the melody
I wanna bite her on the back
Crumple dollar bills and throw em right up her crack
I'm going in, you peep the trim, snappy dappy dugout
Her pussy dripping yo I had to throw my rug out
Sunrise and the dicksucks and liquor pouring
Not a single motherfucker in my clique is snoringEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Long Time[Intro]
(Another)
Shit got me creeping ‘round the block, yeah

[Hook]
From the bar to the penthouse, shit done changed
I’m a pro, I ain’t playing in no pick up games
You want your paper and I want mine on time
It’s funny, I’ve only been doing this shit since ‘09
That’s not a long time (another, another)
That’s not a long time
That’s not a long time

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
It starts off being for the love then it changes
Shaking hands with strangers, hopping in and out of Rangers
Arrangements with spa treatments in the Caymans
Soufflé served fresh out the oven, look amazing
Addiction to the finer things in life
No more Sizzler, no more Golden Corral
Even though Body loves that shit, it’s beneath us
Gum under my sneakers
I just came off tour, bought my mom a new knee
It’s a new day, motherfucker meet the new me
I’m so ahead of the game I’m playing 3K in a Kufi
You still acting like a groupie
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Roll out of bed to cold marble floors in the summer
I need my bank account like a German phone number
Call Klaus, I want the Porsche loaded
Shit look like it’s doing aerobics, all white like Maury Povich
I wasn’t given this, I chose this
I’m eating well so I’m looking bloated
I’m on the plane, but I could have floated, uh
You know I’m golden, just like the hair on Hulk Hogan
The pure oil makes me cough like when the doctor checks my nuts for cancer
Hop in a Lancer like a dancer, I’m the answer
The many different questions Russian scientists don’t even know
I guess that you ain’t need to know

[Hook]

[Outro]
Yo, I’mma smoke what I wanna smoke
Drink what I wanna drink
Buttnaked in the Cherokee
You know I’m high ‘til they bury me
I’m staying high ‘til they bury me
Yo, I’mma smoke what I wanna smoke
Drink what I wanna drink
Buttnaked in the Cherokee
I’m staying high ‘til they bury me
Too high to die ‘til they bury me
(It's not a long time)
(Another, another)
(It's not a long time)
(It's not a long time)
(It's not a long time)
(Another, another)
[Produced by: Statik Selektah]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Tim Westwood Freestyle[Intro]
Uh, Queens man
Here we are
2013 and beyond
Fuck all the talking

[Verse 1]
Yo, I rock the AIDS walk hat, Smoke a baseball bat
Get paid off rap, I copped an 8 all black
Hop out Laredo's, Equipped with the potato strap
Get turned to home fries, That's by any means to see the dough rise
Ill! This bitch's pussy smell like low tide
No pride, Fuck it I'll just hold my breath
Suplex a fiend at the Sizzler
Damn shorty got a shitter
Me and my father hit it back to back like Griffey
Big black girl bad fake missy
You could catch me in a line for my SS
I need some red sweats and a box of reds
I make the consommé from the lobster head
Now a days I'm getting lots of head
Uh, 635's drop with the aqua treads
10 stacks for a dap, 20 just to look me in the eye
Body'll shoot you in the thigh
Flip outta the whip, dip, I'm out
Change it up man
[Verse 2]
We outta here with this one
Uh, Aw man
This is that, that beautiful shit right here
I choose you, you fucking ho
Yo tilt the goblet, Staring in the middle of the cockpit
Spanish bitch displayed up in some ostrich
Quinceañera freak dancing
Grant Hill's laced up with the x Helly Hansen
Foggy night hustle til' the sun up
Stumbling anonymous
Fuck around find your leg by the Gowanus Bridge
Over do it send your penis to your mama' crib
That's what happens when you open your vagina lips
Only focus on the merges and acquisitions
Commas on accounts, robbin' 'em like Yount
Boy you don't want no probelums, I got the opera lungs
Andrea Bocelli, Hit the telly, Lift my belly
Called off the ?
Baby there's no mistakin' my life is etched in granite, Sophisticated palate
Sweet, sour, salty, spicy, and umami
I'm eating oysters off of diamonds in Hawaii with 3 dykes that play ball for the Liberty
Finished the sequel now I'm lighting up the trilogy
Like E-Honda when he's smashing up the Lexus
Luger arms, baby it's all about accoutrements
Queens shit, That's how we fucking do in London, Tim Westwood
Bam Bam Bronsolinio we out here!
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Night CourtBehind door one:
There's three things: greed, fortune, and fame
Door two:
You might be happy but nobody know your name
Door three:
The bacon got you squatting naked by the razor fence
Door four:
You on the bench and got the drugs inside your favorite Tims

Cause on the road to riches, there ain't no time for getting sidetracked
Pump in the trunk if you frontin' punkin' you lie flat -
Down on the pavement
Diamond laser engraved it
Wasting all of my time and then wondering where my days went
I'm 26 but still I'm feeling like a senior
I'm only two years removed from leaning in the beamer now
Some friends ain't friends no more, I guess they jealous
Problems with baby mama constantly been like a relish to my
Neck fresh on the set live in the flesh
Rhymin the best
Yo,,Bronsolini fans see hymen and breast
Talking sushi grade
My flow is linen and the shoes are suede
The wooden cutting board is right where the prosciutto laid
That's for the first course
The core burst off and hail
We'll be in hell but nobody trying to see the cell
Tonight we living life until we say goodnight
Breathe on the mic my flow knock the knees of a knight

My time always the right time
I'm surfing getting wavy
Like Hawaiians on the pipeline, I'm never in my right mind
Zagat rated thirty foot decor
The food and service
Hey the blow is chopped up on the plate yo peace to Curtis
Never nervous cause I'm ready
Went from leaning in the German now we swerving in the Chevy
Artichokes cover spaghetti
Can't begin to fathom how I pair the words and form the sentences
Pierre Cardere described in bold print on the lenseses
One leaf, half of the dutch combat the cancer
Peace to Elton John cause in the jacket got the tiny dancer
Ready to tango
Extra clips inside the pouch just like the creature on the Kangol
Paint that precious shit like Van Gogh
Mango, that's for the lassi
I love when bitches sassy
Slutty nasty, and let me smash it in the taxi
Then I give her a german brunch
And now she turning stunts
Since 16 six times a day I'm burning blunts

I wanna live the life the twenty beamers gleaming shorty steaming rice
And then the fluff all burnt my penis shoot the semen twice in the face
Flyest of steaks, got my eyes on the papes
Rhyme butter lake you know my grading be prime on the steak
Aged to perfection, that's how I like the vino
We rolling ceelo
Throw like Marino
Cruise in the Regal
In overdrive like my libido
I'm stroking like I'm Michael Phelps into the pussy fetal
It's Bronsolino
Just light the dutch up
Leather loaf and mash the clutch up
We getting fucked up
I make the motherfucker beam a [?] up
Hellish capers and now I'm scoring more than Celtic Lakers
Kicking like Messi now we overlooking gorgeous acres
In my defense, it's like the '85 Bears
There's no jail tales
Poetry in motion like I'm Gale Sayers
Before Maguire took his first needle
Yo, we been looking fly and faucet fiends in corners in the bird fetal -
Positioning I know you hear me but not listening
We glistening I rock a jacket made for fishermen
The buccaneer for nutritional and a buck of deer
Create a hash vat and bake it off, cut a square
Ton of flair like Rick I hold the pick
And plus I smoke a stick of heavy marijuana when I pose for flick
Get off the dick because we busting now
And when we come we eating crepes, you know we order up a dozen nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Forbidden Fruit[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
As I step in the door, you in your bathrobe
Pour you a little more wine, I see your glass low
Scared of a real man, from dealing with these assholes
Just drink ya wine and then will step up in the bath, slow
Soak your body, cause its begging for a loving touch
Light the candle, and ima light another Dutch
Then we slip into a place that's only you & me
Put it deep, like the bottom of the bluest sea
You too young to be locked down, truancy
Always got ya hair down, rockin your jewelry
Killing these other bitches, word, reading their eulogy'
Hips insane
The pussy? Foolery
At the end of the day baby it's you & me
At the end of the day honey it's you & me
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Shorty Bop With A Hook[Verse 1]
As I roll the weed up, crack a brew and pull the seat up
Got doulas do the maneuver, so daddy putting his feet up
I'm multi-talented, my worth is more than music
Make the truth sticks, Bronsolini I'm on that smooth shit
Perfect posture when I'm standing in the valley
The artichokes are roasted to perfection like Batali, dude
Peace to my people and the groupies let me jam the coochi
Tropical island destinations hopping out the coupé
My flow is Sexual Chocolate not outta Jackson Heights
But out of Flushing where we hitting hard like Quinton Jackson fights
Been on the rampage, you motha fuckas half as nice
Verbally jig you with the banger then I pass the knife
Right to my man because he always in position
To split you like it's division, deliver with the precsion
Of Eleven weapons posing by as Heaven beckons
You on that escalator up in under seven seconds

[Hook]
Yo why my marijuana always thinking crime shit?
Cause lambs delicious with the '87 wine dig
The whip feel good, we're shifting with the left hand
The leather glove and loafer matching with the vest and
I'm on a mission for dollars and I'm a dreamer
Doing drugs and fucking bitches with bottles inside the steamer
It's hard not to form a habit I'm getting twisted in the yard
Eating foreign rabbits, I'm on that next ShitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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XXL Freshman Freestyle: Action BronsonWinter time, the Beamer color Danny Glovers neck
Better be careful who you runnin' with
I'm at the top of the food chain there's blood inside the water
I had to grow up fast because I had to feed my daughter, right
Make this right at the light
Pop a Uie lite the ooey
Now I'm higher than some Ewing's
Breezing on the belt
Rocking sheep skin sheeps at bay
Damn Bronson why you be that way
Bitch I'm still that same motherfucker that you know from youth
From goof troop
Now you sticking drugs inside your poop shoot
New Coupe on the duce felxin' heavy
Perfect plex her pussy at the Getty
I'm alpha feddie
Pull the limo on the lawn
Jump out I'm just hallucinating, acid and a Knicks hat
Burner in her dress pants
Knife inside my left hand
Now theres just a dead lamb
Tryin' to feed my fam
Ooh yeah, ten golden grams
No bears
Fold paper like chairs
Pulled off capers by the stairs
Capers on the veal piccata
Lost paper 'cause Prince Fielder couldn't field a fucking pop up
Fucking bastard, it's meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Fuck Me Till I Die[Action Bronson]
Bronsolini, Hugginatti, Lord of the Rings, Lord of the Rim

[J-love]
J-Love son, the gangster ass dj ass nigga son you know that nigga son

[Action Bronson]
Pussy tight, ass like a leather shoe, chilling on the stoop with a special brew
Mickey D’s she’s never seen a vegetable but she knows how to hum on the testicles (huhhuhh)
Foreign helmet, Turkish breakfast, hot pearl necklace on her breastes (ahhh)
Got her drooling like a retard lapses (aaoaouu) now the shorty told me i should enter through her neck kid
40s to the ring love kissing asshole top by the feet with the lasso
Hit her with a little dick Rhonda with the cash flow
She can take 7 brothers no hassle

[Meyhem Lauren]
Holla back, back of your throat and all that, Yeah
Whats good with your mouth, let me borrow ya mouth for a minute

[Meyhem Lauren]
Nasty girl come let me hit it Jay Steelz next nigga gotta get it
Smash that thrust thrust pass its all good about to throw my fist in her ass
Punch her in the face, put her in a headlock, give her children out of wedlock
Couple bastards running around, make this bitch go down

[ Jay Steelz]
Imma fuck her to death,fuck her in the ass
Imm fuck her to death, I’m gonna take her up the ass one time Were gonna fuck her to death
[ Jay Steelz]
Marijuana bake it blowing skama naked with a dominatrix
All her clothes designer(leather), everything finer
Imm wine her and dine her and 69 her
Then kiss her rim like Harold Miner
Slap her soft then pinch harder
Stick my arm in the rim like Vince Carter
Pull her hair and suck her titty ain't no fucking with me
When the game starting
Tip off above the rim like Dwayne Martin
Just give me a beat and ill supply the story
Tell you how she used to eat like a suppository
(She got it in her asshole) like a car with no gas
She stay on E, lay on me, she gay for tree
All she want to do is pass me dro
I love a nasty hoe to lick up my pistachio(thats my nut)
I say I’m a chef to arouse a date
Im serving 2 things tube steak and trouser snake (that dick)
I want a bitch to hold a hammer yo
Right next to the work up in the camel toe (she wants that dick)
And when I’m fucking famished
She punch me in the mouth with a mouse knuckle sandwich
No cheese, no cheese, no cheese, no cheese, no cheese

[Karim Fonda]
She ain't a nasty girl she a dumb ass kid
She shit a brick when she seen me jizz
Blew it back like a gust of wind, tapped her jaw shit bust her chin
She gave me head and a piece of her mind
And she hating on the one Dontiva Divine uh
She knows its a waste of time but the memories bitter, taste the lime
She jerk me off with the fluid stroke and she use dish soap for the extra glide
That was back when my money could press rewind
Back when the stable had fresh behind
Genitals were at the barbarian prime
Tearing up butt i was on my grind
Now I’m looking for a brand new groupie
A nasty girl with a butt that could bouff me
[J-Love]
Thats right baby,yeah you little bitch,you make that mouth,TRAMP

[J-Love]
Wild barbarian open bitch like caesarean hold too much meat never vegetarian
Chicks miss the J-love the packing district
Beside him went mystic fuck so explicit
Orgasm wizard 6 flags roaring rapids
Ignoring Hiv just ask Magic
Always riding thoroughbred apple dub jockey
Dick slapstick Wayne Gretzky hockey
You know its big papi i slide in Dominicans
Keep ass on reservation Foxwood Indians
Glorious sperm discharge in esophagus
So preposterous tits so monstrous
Phenomenal rub down twat water drown
Vagina monologues cum on your night gown
Alize négligée sour diesel hennesy
Volcano eruptions cum sucking entreesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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I’m Going Down[Mary J. Blige cover]

[Intro]
I'm not a singer so I'm going to give the best vocal performance I possibly can. Off the couch. Yeah

[Verse 1]
Time on my hands since you've been away girl
I ain't got no plans, no, no, no, no
And the sound of the rain against my windowpane
Is slowly, slowly drivin' me insane, oh

[Chorus]
I'm goin' down
I'm goin' down
Cause you ain't around, baby
My whole world's upside down

[Verse 2]
Sleep don't come easy, oh please believe me
Since you've been gone everything's goin' wrong
Why'd you have to say, "Goodbye", look what you've done to me
I can't stop these tears from fallin' down my eyes

[Chorus]
I'm goin' down (haha)
I'm goin' down
You ain't around, motherfucker
My whole world's upside down
[Bridge]
Baby love
(Don't you try to hand me the lyrics)
Baby love
Baby love
(Hold them up for me)
Goin' down
I'm goin' down
I'm goin' down
I'm goin' down
I'm from Queens motherfucker
And that's it, take 'em home
Take 'em home fellas
Young Mac, young Dom, young Fred, young Paul, young [?]
I'm goin' down
I'm goin' down
You ain't around, baby
My whole world's upside down


Thank you, thank you, thank you very much
That was beautiful, what a rendition
Phenomenon, phenomenonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Funkmaster Flex FreestyleI got this pretty brown queen, her kid's addicted to chicken nuggets
Used to play college ball, but I'm just trying to ball
I'm trying to sit on leather 'til my time is called
When it is, fuck it, it's been a wild ride
Since '95 with the jean sets
Beamers that lean left, back on the scene fresh
Fuck, I'm on the roof doing squats, ain't no boots in the box
Just some dead white man and his Glock
The Saab is cock-eyed, doing 360s in front of Popeye's
Nobody could control me, Allah tried
But then I ate ribs, fuck, I hate myself, that shit is banging though
Shoot the pistol, bite the mango, alpha tango
Bravo

My mother's fist look like it's coughing, it's costly
Hide the dope inside the four-seat
Hit me on the jet before 3:00, I'm back at 5:00 like basketball team

Window shopping, wiling out in Holland lately
Name embroidered on the napkins and the pillow cases
5th floor view, stare into the square
Ton of flare, fly jackets, rock the Mother Bear
Priceless shit, sharpshooter, precise intent
Pineapple, fried rice, and fish
Carve my niche, movement on the arms are Swiss
I charm your bitch, hit the dealer for the jar to twist
Jogging lightly in an Alfred Dunner, I'm on my second plate
Seedless grapes, Freyja with the Swedish face
My style is dope like a fiend with the [?] in his arm
Send the cut chops right from the farm
Sauce complexion like a mirror, fortified with wine
Alfa Romeo Romanos are getting imported by design
Shawty speaking Dutch to me, then pass the dutch to me
So many sons, I should file for fucking custody
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Friendly Fire[Verse 1]
Trying to do me, no I'm not concerned with you
Shutterbugs attack him walking through the terminal
Out the door and then I hop in the convertible
Light the Earth, like the sun, stars and moon would do
Undefeated like I'm Shula's group
Take a payoff like I'm shoe less soon to see me in the coolest suit
Crew astute, knowledge like a physicist
Secretly a Russian spy twisted by the pyramids
Is it my fault they feel me, more than they feel you?
And seems nobody does it like I do it, keep it real dude
I'm not religious feel like God given ability
Just play your part because your words hold no validity
I'm on a beach, lay oysters on the half shell
Words are like a canvas laced with oil color pastel
I'm in the world strong known to make the Southern moves
Cause every man is for themselves like Royal Rumble rules
(Grunts) They say Bronson got an ego, acting like he Regal
Thought he was my people, just let him go with his ego he on the road kid
Smoking weed to the neck, mother fuck him
Can't hold a mother fuckers hand no more
Done kid, it's just me
Me and my ego on the trip
Fuck you bitch! Suck my dick!
BronsolinoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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On The RealWhy you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
Baby girl I'm blue
Because you treat me like shit
I paid for the bed and never even slept in it
I paid for that crib and never stepped foot in
And now somebody else is eating all the pudding
Things change, now my dashboard wooden
All black Benz, like a young Doc Gooden
Dark shades, cause I'm stone crazy
Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone, baby
All your childish attempts to make me angry fall short
Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing
Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with five Brazilians
There were times I used to hide my feelings
Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini
And motherfuckers can't see me
Wait 'til this chick see me on TV, I make the shit look easy
Who would've thought I hit you right back?
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
Baby girl I'm blue
So many women wanna call me baby
And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately
Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and uh
Others would hate, but I don't give 'em no breath
Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef and uh, that's me
And you could order whatever
The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce
You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is next
And I understand that's only cause I'm popular
I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera
As Bocelli sings the celly rings
I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king
I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is
I know the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous
Still I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
Baby girl I'm blue
I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue
From a razor in a paper cup
I hope every soda you drink already shaken up
I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun
I hope your titties all saggy in your early 20's
I hope there's always snow in your driveway
I hope you never get off Fridays
And you work at a Friday's that's always busy on Fridays
I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket
I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen
I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck
And your headphones short, and your charger don't work
And you spill shit on your shirt
I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your face
Cut my losses, how Delilah changed my locks to a fade
I hope you happy, I hope you happy
I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I hope you happy, igh
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
Baby girl I'm blue
La la la laEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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CevicheHey yo
Action Bronson
Solace
Motha fuckin PF Cuttin
You 'bout to hear some shit

[Verse 1:Action Bronson]
Hey yo
Fry the flamingo when we dining, planters on the table
Booby shining the rarest diamonds studs around the navel
Hop out the whip both feet touch at the same time
Greenbacks consolidated with the grey nine
Red dawn cook up the fishes with the heads on
He fanned the Bronsonelli known for never folding bread wrong
Every bill facing the same direction
Shit on my feet, split up the middle
Desert wiley with the suede complexion
Fill the glass, toast the brew, smoke the basil soup
Cop and crash a hazel coup, take a nasal too
Yes indeed I smoke minoras with my people
I'm rolling up the trilogy before I light the fucking sequel
Peppers are grilled with the diploma, the smoker
The apple-wood chip thirty-eight enhancing the aroma
'95 Karl Kani on the vest set
Death threats will get your cut ripped and your chest wet
[Hook: Action Bronson & Solace]
Exquisite lyric from the vocal so we hold it down
It's word wizardry the queens niggas hold the crown
Fresh out the ground got the hookers with the golden gowns
Profound sound, pound for pound we known the go around

[Verse 2: Solace]
My every move is major, incredible intrepid flow
Rep your soul's a spectacle, but's that's just true to nature
Now who's the crew to lace ya? Timeless, the Truth will amaze ya
Euphemisms be like euthanasia we through with the flavors
I read your blueprint watch you take the foolish steps
You don't deserve my cents if you was UNICEF
The Judas left the Southern sun and god for thirty pieces
All my thesis to the wisest recognize the dirty features
We working on getting work in
You hear the shotty bursting with Lonnie be lurking
Say your prayers like Donnie McClurkin
We fly to the grave site like kamikazes
And maintain the same brain frame as Hammurabi's
So paraprofessionals know I'm a be skeptical
Never handing out respect unless it's exceptional
Yo just be strategic or get broke into pieces
By murderous paragraphs that'll leave you paraplegic

[Hook X2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Put It In Your Mouth (Valentines Day Remix)[Verse 1 : Action Bronson]
Well you could, lick it, flip it, taste it if you wanna
I ain’t gonna chase you round and sweat the pussy like a sauna
Her skin shown a touch of cinnamon and chocolate cookie
Fuck it 8 times raw, I call it octopussy
White shores, a little moist right by the pussy line
Now it’s push, push, push, right in the tushy time
Smooth landing, that mean she got a baldy
She sucking pee pee, making bread just like Grimaldi
But I'm the hero, serving sausage like its San Gennaro
Forget your past and come with me because your man is zero
I’m the whole shit, vintage from the cellar
The floor is made of glass and not the slipper Cinderella
Yeah, let’s mind the beat don’t know to pass it twice with flying colors
Talking crazy on the text but now you're shy in covers
That don’t fly bitch, I thought you was a fly bitch
Turn that ass around and let me hit you with the heimlich

[Verse 2 : Hologram]
Mami can fuck me for free, or suck for a fee
Trust and you’ll see, it’s nothing to me
I need me a cutie, with a pachutie
I’m on duty, hitting the booty cause
My nigga Magic Johnson came through with a hummer
Jay fucking Steele left a rim shot like a drummer
And she was from cali so she said it’s a bummer
I gave a rim job to a nimrod, I’ve been hard
With a dumb bitch, in that 65 impala she had one switch
She had one wish, she said she wanna have my dick like a baby
No maybe, she like dark meat, white gravy
And we was uptown so I told her I’m wavy
And now I got a little message for a young lady
Wash your leather cheerio after you take a dumpington
Cause when we start to humpington
I’m going in your rumpington
One thing I won’t have twice is shit dick, say it
[Chorus]
In my mouth, in my mouth, in my mouth baby
In my mouth, in my mouth, in my mouth babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Northern and RoozyTurn me up a little bit, man
Just a little
Let me feel the summer breeze in my hair
Whip it, in the convertible
Queens shit
Cruising down Queens Blvd. by the mall
Go to get the Ices, yo

[Verse 1]

School is out, playing ball inside the park
Then the liquor and the weed is introduced after it's dark (uhh)
Playing spades in the back corner
Dick sucks in the crisp air, 'olas in the crisp pair
Of sneakers
That were designed for David Robby
Sleeping on the benches, all with good intentions
To wake up and do the same shit again
Everyday was like a week and it seemed to never end, and
Get the wrench, spray the hydrant in the street
When I seen that special girl, she had me flying on my feet (uhh)
Shirt wet, damn, I'm trying to hurt that
Two girls, one boy, want her to birth that
Years later though, we living in the moment
Caught up in the young love, kissing and the holding
Sharing lo mein, hit the A train to Rockaway
Plus she only lived a block away
Damn I miss her
[Hook 2x]

This summer love happened underneath the boardwalk
Souls in tune so there's never need for small talk
She held my heart, and no, she'd never leave my side
Through the years, through the struggle
Was a thing of pride

[Verse 2]

Slush puppies, cocoa, mango, cherry
Mexicans on Roosevelt
Pounding down the Chevy
Go to 1-6-1, to watch the Yankees play
Years later and I'm dealing with the family court shit
On the same block, pressure make the veins pop
Cop a forty dollar holler out of Bangkok
But I'm in Queens
Diversity the best
Yellow to the chocolate shorty's
Powders on their chest

[Hook 2x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Treadmill Freestyle[Action Bronson]
Ahh!

[Killer Mike]
Yo
Yo

[Action Bronson]
Yo

[Killer Mike]
Yo

[Action Bronson]
Listen

[Killer Mike]
Yo

[Action Bronson]
On my head I got the flashlight

[Killer Mike]
Yo
The fuck are you doing?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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November RainSmoke wax, hat low like a marine
The only way to describe the scene was serene
Serena Williams in the BM doing neck thrusts
I need that check cut laid on the deck getting sexed up, green Harley
The only way to describe the colour of the seat was Steve Harvey
Sleep hardly, rock a loafer to the beach party
My weed smell like when your niece farted
Throw acid on your cheek, oh man
Throw acid on your cheek, now you're a work of art
Beauties only skin deep, they'll still accept you
Stuff a quarter pound of drug inside the asshole of a German shepherd
My jacket made of Cuban leopard
My shoe's old habitat was the rain forest
Feed my family with the main harvest
I used to have a snake but that motherfucker escaped
His cousin not so lucky, got made into a bucket hat
I'm truly a classic, shooting dice with Ernie Anostas
Your team'll see gurnies and caskets
That's it, bastard
This shit I mastered
Do a backflip
Out of the black whipEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Nothing To Worry About[Hook: Peter Bjorn and John]
Do this thing, this type of thing
Put a little money in this type of thing
I've got nothing to worry about
I've got nothing to worry about

[Verse 1]
Speak in the third person, he don't like it when he overlooked
Last year he was a cook, always been a crook
Handing money out, his palms are feeling itchy
You still a bitch if you bitch, b
He make the paper, never made he, seat laid back
In a five wagon, champagne, eat off rap
Twin angels made of porcelain
Prayer scripted on the black Steve Austin shit
Yo, you lost it, kid
Call my Peter Luger Junior, keen shop house in shorts
Island hopping, winter time
Pad Thai with the peanuts and the bitter lime
And shorty will take a shit on the chest of any stupid bitch that you consider fine
He one of a kind off the couch
He piss standing up
He read books and write poetry
And he strong as a Samoan
Straight from Flushing and you know it, bitch
[Verse 2: Peter Bjorn and John]
Negative, why always so negative?
If you have problems, why don't you go solve them?

[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Growin Up[Action Bronson]

“DABBLE IN TRUFFLES”

Spark a seance, Niggas moving packs like crayon
Delicate ray on tap while he gently put the spray on
Turn to Tommy was the ID when i caught the robbery
No more playing lobbies smuggle drugs in bitches bodies
Elegance on the mic corruption chaos man of Steel
The triple goose that we know, foie gras with every meal
A glass of red glass of white glass of pink
6 niggas one bitch and everybody smash and stink
Grab her neck, punch her back, nut one in her shoe
We all went sushi style hoping we don’t catch that flu
Storm the point and overturn thats how this bastard do
Believe in science fuck God ill kill the pastor too
While eating pasta dude, low level prostitute, for money big guns this motherfucker gots to shoot
Marinated for a week, roasted lamb legs
Its Queens nigga the herb smoke is a mandate
Red roses, brown leathers, and black guns
The green money and beige crack attract bums
Fiends fighting for that last wibble  left on the floor
Keeps me dipping in my sock in the back of the store
Flying niggas from overseas to do the hit
Back on the plane the same day movie shit
Got the word they tried to hit me over petty matters
Next scene catch me swinging from the helli ladder
Empty your magazines, shotguns, and rocket launchers, hand grenades, handguns, and fire torches
Off the boat Albanians the one to trust
He had a face, he had hands, It wasn’t us
Take a twisted ride with me through the eyes of a goon
Pussy bring your man with you sending 2 to the tombEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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85 Barritz BRO-HAM[Action Bronson]
I roll the blunt up as soon as i wake my thoughts a linen
My flow is like a one night stand with all sorts of women
The orchestrator, the picture perfect portrait player
Lose your data tryna stop me on the course to paper
Mustard loafer hopping out the gypsy cab
One dutch but I copped 150 bag
Thats for my neck just like a scarf in the winter
Plus i spit the type of shit to make you barf up your dinner
Bronson a winner, gorgonzola garlic agenda
Far from pretender shorty take the coat when i enter
The public defender, the man of the people nobody equal
My fam negotiating your life most of em hebrew
Black kosher posing with the black toaster
Me and Hugginatti dipping in the black cobra
American built ground up from ground up
Get ground up, duck never get found fuck
Sharp with the dressing Bronsonelli reek of street essence
Mean Jean holding down the scene and plus we green scented
Reinvented summertime we flee the benches
37 sour diesel blunts to feed the senses
Back to rocking old lives a pair of high 4’s
I eat the dinner of a winner often five course
I rhyme words baby mama say my mind lost
Cause all my garments stay embroided with a fine horse
One for the weed, two for the whip drive in the middle
Three we on the roof she play my penis like a fiddle
Four the tuna raw until i seer it
Five my name is golden though so people try to smear it
Hop up out the six, I’m in the mix, I rock the colorful kicks
I smoke the pure but still I’m quick to cop a bundle of nicks
Eating pussy cause i had to feed the hunger for fish
Time is money when i have it never fumble and shit
Until my suit from France, the bottom of the shoe just like a ball court
Leather so soft, four door porsche
Not the truck panamera and its roughed out
Sitting like a monster on the decker looking puffed out
I take juice my performance enhanced
Never failing any test i got the urine from gramps
94 i begged my mom to cop the Ewing from Champs
The same night dreamt of a bitch and her spewing my pants damn
One motherfucker galaxy of Queens rep
Clients waiting while the custard made a cream set
30 sets of dips fuck all that extra shit
Dimples above her ass cheeks that made me sex that bitchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Hot 97 Freestyle[Verse 1]
(Fuck, ah)
Yeah, I might be chubby but I'm gorgeous in the face
Things are going well, hope I don't catch that fuckin' case
I could get on some other shit and send you to that place
Fifty for the shooter, a hundred for my steak
Your life ain't worth a steak, I keep the rifle in the cape
To be on top with the title will be my fate, don't make no mistakes
Mommy, you see me? Everything's a movie, I jump in the jacuzzi with that green Coogi
The plane lift up, it's like that body, boy, chain lift up
Crimes committed with no hiccups
Ah! That thing thing, shred your stomach like sit-ups
You'll never sit up or shit from your butt
They say I'm crazy and deranged, but fuck, I can handle that
I crack the whip right from the camels back
My head is wrapped like Yasser Arafat
And I don't sleep no more, it's only fuckin' power naps

[verse 2: Acapella]
It's so easy to be looked over, I never look sober
Look through the eyes of a soldier, I look fly in a Rover
Lions and cobras, keep the iron in the toga
Send a message, leave you lying over
Bitches crushing on the kid so now they flying over
Half of the world to get wrapped up in pearls
Just like the Queen of England, I stay wavy
Mercedes color, Wayne Brady, it's me baby, please baby
Ain't nobody taking my spot, that's on my mother, kid
Cross my heart and hope to die, that's on some other shit
This motherfuckin' kid be coveted
Different types of silks is what I'm covered with
Baby I'm lovin' it, your boy is hotter than an oven mitt
If I was broke then you'd be running your shit
Poke your kidney with the knife I cut the onion with
Then poach your kidneys with some onions and shit
It's me
[Verse 3]
Left, right, ayo I've never been a plaintiff, ever
What, what, what...I don't fuck with this I'm done

[Acapella]
My lawyer tackle the case like he play for the Ravens
So I stuff 'em with cheese like a Danish
Damn I crave paper, catch me later at the Laker game, I bet a grip
On the Knicks, Carmelo sweating on my kicks cause I'm court side
This time the good way, "I'm a free man" that's what I should say
Nobody holding me back except myself, that's what I feel like
Peeling a five, now I'm feeling the vibe, hand on the wheel, drugs in my eyes
Money in my mind, I think about it all the time
Cause there was a time I never had shit, now I got shit
It's like magic, all these cars in front of the crib look like a Porsche pageantEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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NaNaIntroducin' Chance the Ruthless
Trip 'shrooms and lucy
Dreams is lucid
Loosely based on music
Swallow my mucus
Hope your pussy get herpes and yo' ass get lupus
Deuces Douches, deuce deuce I'll shoot ya (BANG)
Shoes might boot cha and a suit might suit cha
They be on bullshit but they really don't do shit
They use of illusion could confuse Confucius
Nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing, 'til my voice get raspy
Last week suspended
Last night kissed Va$htie
Parleyed with Ashley
Always in the hallway, so I never been classy
(Ha ha ha) Shut up

Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
(Igh, igh, igh, igh!)

Acid acid, get it? Acid
Melts through plastic, I spit fired
Pad my palette, talkin' paper
If this was work, I'd get higher
Pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered
Fart and get bitch-slapped, like bourbon mixed with jack
Lickety-split, Look it! He slipped on a shell
From peelin' banana splits back
Give me my Kit-Kat
Don't break me off shit, batch, fack is you mean bitch?
Zan with that lean bitch, zan with that lean bitch
Zen with that chakra
I eat it like Idi Amin, Ya Kna Wha Mean
Hit me back when that mean shit
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
(Igh, igh, igh, igh!)

Introducin', It's Bronsonlino
With my hair slicked back, I look like Rick Pitino
3 Japanese dykes in my El Camino
Lettin' trees blow, oh
I rep the East Coast, I got a team of hoes like Pat Summit
I look like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a black hummer (get to the chopper)
I splash summer like a fast brother
With a number on his back, ain't no fumblin', in fact, I'm
Back, acid in my hat
Shoot then pass the gat, it's at the bottom of the river in a plastic bag
My new shorty got a gymnastic back
87 emerald green on a classic jag
She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef's salad
She had the club foot, with that little arm
I couldn't help but laugh, she ordered Chicken Parm
I had the full Bulls warm-up with the Pippens on

Suck my motherfucking dick, it's the young Randy Velarde
Queens, baby
Blow meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Twin PeugeotsFeat. Big Body Bes & Mac Miller
[Intro: Action Bronson]
Am I rapping or what?
I can't hear the headphones yeah
Turn me up in the headphones
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Ok, alright

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Jump tumble
Front flips off the roof like a stunt double
My shorty doing kegels for her cunt muscle
Keep her shaped up
The M3 all green fly like a strange duck
My dad was right when he said I was a deranged fuck
Now every meal is calamari and boudin blanc
Saddam Hussein guns
Held by nuns who do drugs while beige hard bottoms slide on the new rug
Pinky up
The joint thicker than Pinky's butt
Just as stinky
Nick Van Exel with the handle, Helsinki
Eggs Rothko
The handmade suit cloth I got the sports coat
Twenty three and a half feet on the sports boat
Brown vest made of suede on my torso
Close my eyes, inhale deep, sail free
Blind fury, hoppin' out the braille jeep
Serve me snails to eat
No ham and cheese
I'm tanning
The 540i, color salmon
Smoked can, and
Push the seat back
Put your feet up
Roll my weed up
[Bridge]
Why's it feel like my life is moving fast, yo?
Get your own, don't worry about my cash flow
I need a chick to hide the hammer in her asshole
I need that first class dough
Why's it feel like my life is moving fast, yo?
Get your own, don't worry about my cash flow
I need a chick to hide the hammer in her asshole
I need that first class dough

[Verse 2: Big Body Bes]
It's me Big Body
Who the fuck else?
You gotta pardon my absence man
I just came back off of vacay man
Just spent the whole fucking weekend up in Orchard Beach
Living the fucking life
I was out there Wildin
Had your moms on the motherfucking boogie board
Doing all types of stunts
But now I'm back though
Ain't shit changed
Just came back, check my motherfucking emails
Got more motherfucking deals on the table
Don't even know what the fuck to do now
Shit
Oh my god
You can still see me though
Out there on Fulton street at 3 in the morning
Bench pressin' a fiend
Ain't shit changed still loitering
[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Ok, Ok
I'm relyin' on Viacom to keep my lights and fire on
Made a deal with Lucifer, said, "give me the universe" (Every Single Planet)
It hurts kind of like losing your first love
I saw the bright lights and started doing the worst drugs
Now, I'm backtracking and hash rappin' with Action
Throwing hand grenades at paddywagons in passing
Old fashioned soul grabber snorting all the coke up
The type of shit to turn a World War into a Polka
Load up, the double RL icon
Steppin' out the limo, tuxedos made of python
Listening to Lionel Richie, fuckin with the lights on
Rice on the table, have us going all night long (Again, and again, and again)
Rooftops, sippin on some red wine
Start to realize I've been trippin, shit its just fine
So, I read a passage out the Bible as I take a bath
Dry off, Hit the Colosseum on Jamaica Ave
Bout to say fuck it and form a union
March up to city hall and protest pollution. (Yes!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Dabble in Truffles[Action Bronson]
Right out the weed spot
Bronsonelli fresh smoke a square bag
Pants sag over wally on the grandstand
Handstanding hookers at the Hilton
Aged meat sizzle to perfection paired it perfect with the fine Stilton
Rumpelstiltskin, butter on the leather
Fila on the footwear my mind is on the cheddar better
I keep my head up
Get it like a set up
Bitch, its Bronsonelli never see me in no get up homie
Only the ruggish shit people that im fucking with will rip your shortys nipple off her body for the fun of it
Order brunch sip a spritzer wit the summer mint
Roll a double dutch sour diesel smoke a ton of it
Duck from air to the plate
Roasted to perfection just like joey do to grams of the weight
We smoke heavy
Ain't a motherfucker on my levy
Keep the medal to the metal like a 97 Chevy
2010 got em buzzing like a beeper
Round table discussions conference in Geneva leaders
At the table polly over nasal
47 minutes since the time i lit the basil
My rhymes are carte blanche in the Oscars
Extra virgin olive oil drizzled on the pastas
Fry the bacon make it sizzle for the hostage
Honoring this thing of ours living like the mobsters
My compliments go to the chef and thats the real
Crew of goonies in the joint we need some extra veal
You know the caddy got a extra wheel
And if im ever in a pickle lock a hand ill fucking tech the steel
Take aim and knock an apple of your head
And imma play like polamalu you get tackled for the bread
Running in your crib your shortys shackled to the bed
Money laying on the persian leaking plasma from the leadEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Borderline[Intro]
¡Ayy, ahahaha!
¿Que tál, pinche maricón? Cabrón
¿Que transas, wey?
¡Vete a la verga, wey!
¡Mámame la verga, wey!

Motherfucking bronsolino, once again

[Sample:]
(Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay mi amor
Ay mi morena
De mi corazón)

[J-Love signature:]
(J-Love, son. Gangsta ass, DJ ass nigga, son! Know that nigga, son!)

[Verse]
My homies are straight outta Puebla
They work in the kitchen with me
They bring in the cars that the hookers have robbed
Forty dollars is usually the fee
They live right on [??] in the night
They won't think twice to cokey your wife
Came in the van and they leave in the same
High on the mountains, cheese on the brain
[J-Love signature:]
(Ayyo, this is a J-Love exclusive

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Eastern PromisesGrip-a-matic, strip an addict
Right to her Skivvie's
Muthafucka, whip a batter
Make one false move, all your shit'll shatter
Serve this long, White dick
Shit'll shift her bladder
Shift the gears, grab the engine
Make the pigeons scatter
Cop my fam a bunch of cribs
And make them millions matter
Coming straight up out of Queens
The clique is getting fatter
Pop your head right off your neck
And drip forensic matter
Eastern Promises
My whole conglomerate, acknowledge it
Any second could blow on some Osama shit
Obama money on the plastic
Cop a sandwich
.45 describe the weapons that get brandished
I'm pulling strings like a bass player
That tastes paper
Conduct business like a gentleman
The K scraper
Cruise the city for some chicken with some great flavor
Not talking Disney, slip a Mickey, then I date rape her
Jumpsuits and sandals
We all superintendents, goonies and henchmen
No reason to get stupid, offended
Cause we ignorant people
Two headed eagle
From the mountains
[?]
Brew the beer like the muthafucking ruler's here
I'm the one that's known to hold the big cajones here
Mixed breed like a muthafucking cougar bear
Play the corner like I'm Bodie for the coupe to stare
Bronsolino, Brosolovsky, the Ali Bronsoni, Uhh, yo, Outdoorsmen, oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Tango & Cash[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]

(Outdoorsmen, you know we keep it mar-vel on this side, mar-vel)
(Red beard Bronson, what up, my nigga? Yo, yo)

Take It Easy, New York forever greasy
I bust off slugs and make sales when niggas need me
Probably posted up in Queens somewhere rocking the finest
My shit is golden, pillagers wish they could mine this
Been the livest, my rank starts with a minus
You number one, that only means that you behind this
Take a bite of my life, sample the flyness
One of a kind, it's no other city could design this
Hand crafted limited, constructed in America
Home of the heartless, anybody could vendetta ya
New sneakers, plus furniture et cetera
I make a phone call to Crown Heights
Niggas is wetting ya
Hit the booth, spit my life just like a verbal journal
I've been official, on the other hand, your style is kernel
I could pop you and put you in succotash
Is that your real face or you rocking a sucker mask?
Muthafucka

(Ayo, Bronson, give it to these niggas- pause)
(Give it to these niggas- pause!)
(Give it to these niggas- pause!)

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Yeah
My mind above the clouds
Plus I love the way the thunder sound
Stevie Wonder mixed with Rambo on the underground
Queens sculpted, stay chiseled like a Greek god
I'm on the bar, I got the lyrical physique, par
My style attack like a German Shepherd
Bronsonelli need no gun cause I'm the Perfect Weapon
Puma shoe to step in, we doing all the repping
Hennessy felani, chiba for the blessings
Hop in the Caddy and drive
Plus I'm Out For Justice, never take me alive
Smoking two at a time
The Nikes with the newest design
We flew in the crime
Holler when the moon is aligned
Blow the weed to make the world spin
Break walls like I'm in Berlin
But still in the winter rocking shearling
Robocop Ruger twirling, crew dispersing
Snatch a person, hookers speaking Persian

(Yeah, Queens, Bronsolini, Outdoorsmen shit)
(Meyhem muthafucking Laurenovich, yeah)
(Fuck your father)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Hot 97 Freestyle (8/7/2014)[Action Bronson]

[Verse 1]
I might be chubby but I'm gorgeous in the face
Things are going well hope I don't catch that fucking case
I could get on some other shit and send you to that place
50 for the shooter, 100 for my steak
Your life ain't worth a steak. I keep the rifle in the cape
To be on top with the title be my fate
Don't make no mistakes
Mami, you see me - everything's a movie
I jump in the jacuzzi with that green Coogi
The plane lift up, just like that batty boy chain lift up
Crimes committed with no hiccups. (AHHH)
That thing-thing shred your stomach like sit-ups
You'll never sit up or shit from your butt
They say I'm crazy and deranged but, fuck, I can handle that
I crack the whip right from the camel's back
My head is wrapped like Yasser Arafat
And I don't sleep no more, it's only fucking power naps

[Verse 2: Acapella]
It's so easy to just be looked over
I never look sober
Look through the eyes of a soldier
I look fly in the rover
Lions and cobras
Keep the iron in the toga
Send a message - leave you lyin' over
Bitches crushin' on the kid so now they flyin' over-
Half of the world to get wrapped in pearls-
Just like the Queen of England
I stay wavy
Mercedes color - Wayne Brady
It's me baby
Please baby
Ain't nobody takin' my spot, that's on my mother's kid
Cross my heart and hope to die, that's on some other shit
This motherfuckin' kid be coveted
Different types of silks is what I'm covered with
Baby I'm lovin' it
Your boy is hotter than an oven mitt
If I was broke then you'd be running your shit
Poke your kidney with the knife I cut the onion with
And poach your kidneys with some onions and shit
It's me
(Ayo I never been the plaintiff. Ever. What what what. Hahaha. I dont fuck with this I'm done.)

[Verse 3: Acapella]
My lawyer tackled the case like he played for the Ravens
So I stuff him with cheese like a Danish
Damn, I crave paper
Catch me later at the Laker game, I bet a grip on the Knicks
Carmello sweatin' on my kicks, cause I'm courtside-
This time the good way
I'm a free man, that's what I should say
Nobody holdin' me back except myself, that's what I feel like
Peelin' the 5, now I'm feelin' the vibe
Hand on the wheel, drugs in my eyes, money in my mind
I think about it all the time
Cause there was a time I never had shit
Now I got shit, it's like magic
All these cars in front of the crib look like a Porsche pageantEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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The Illest[Verse 1: Solace]

The undisputed

Yo, higher learning
The tires burning
Niggas is rapidly swerving
A face looked familiar
But had to be certain
I popped a u-ey then I merged in
Matter was urgent
A dirty merchant, made him bleed like a virgin
Sent to the surgeon
Searching for them green berets
Trying to blow my dome off
Thrown off by decoys who dropped the maricon off
My Soviet niggas is ready for the Cold War
Machete you to confetti
And blow your brain to cole slaw
A roll call for my niggas that were nearly grazed
And for them early graves by them dudes that really blazed
And sing to your face with metal blades, serenades
I told you to look over your shoulder like Willie Mays
I come from where it's easiest to find anguish
Don't say a word
Speak with our hands like sign language
Divine language embedded into the rhyme patterns
So praise the savior that's saving you from the mind damage
And, oh well, the drugs'll sure to sell
But if you short a sale
They bout to pop you with the coppertop like Duracell
And all the swell kids that dropped out from outreach
Triple jab your cheek
Crack your teeth through the mouthpiece
These foul streets, meet your fate when the Tec releases
You'll be aight if you ain't playing chess with checker pieces
My nigga check the thesis

[Hook: Action Bronson & Solace]

For hookers selling pussy that'll never see a dime
And snitch niggas singing to the cops, dropping lies
For piggies asking questions but my people turn to mimes
And verbal motion picture, cinematic with the rhymes
For yen up in the envelope, purple in the dutch
And bare knuckle boxing, sneaking weapons in the fight
For clutches being popped and dipping boys up on a bike
This the illest shit you heard in your life


[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Yo, ayo
Kinetic mind tricks
Live shit that power ships
Thought to message to the finger, lay the coward stiff
Foul kiss, bastard open bowel shit
Bleeding like Christina when I laid her on the towel shit
Sport the Filas, low cream, red and blue
Long jackets, smoking salad out the Jetta new
Whoever knew, we make it singing rap songs
From standing in a circle spitting verbal like a Mac strong
Went from a center for teens, to smoking sour like a surgeon
Swerving in the tunnel on the way to Queens
Knife in the Hansen, cloth over the phone for the ransom
Flow like a phantom
Bitches give me box cause I'm handsome
Roll down the window
Exhale, see flashing lights move
Dip the Babylon like a skater on the ice move
Alex Ovechkin
740, heavy flexing
Dirty Harriet on the body with the cherry Stetson
No not the Western
Hailing from the Eastern seaboard
That's word to me, you couldn't even see lord
Behind my eyes there lies a rugged man
Denominations in millions
Wrapped up in rubber band
Die with the gun in hand
Bronsonelli serve up a baby lamb smorgasbord
Big bosses, you peep the portraits in the corridor
Toke off a chalice
Switch to herbal ventilation
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Mark Sanchez[Intro: Mark Sanchez + Action Bronson]
I'm looking for the, uh—the best rapper in Flushing Queens
Yeah, this is him
Uh, this must be Action?
This is Action
What' up, dude? It's Sanchez
What's going on, Sanchez Sanchize? What's up, my brother? How's everything?
Hahaha. This is Mark Sanchez and you're listening to Action BronsonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Compliments 2 the Chef (feat. Lauriana Mae)[Verse 1]
Compliments to the chef, the baby lamb was perfect
Now I smoke the drugs that got me feelin’ like I’m surfin’
Dusk on the North Shore, hash on my person
Roll it to a snake then I wrap it like a turban
We in the jungle with the shaman
Tryna find these answers to these problems I’ve been ponderin’
Now these motherfuckers hollerin’ with their lips puckered like colagen
Sell me the world, and my kids, put them in colleges
But daddy get it by himself on the reg
Stuffed zucchini flowers, mix ricotta with the egg
Chopped parsley, soft flakes, Himalayan minds
Meditation time helps me penetrate the mind
December 2nd, ’83 I was created
My vision’s wider, the human being’s jaded
It’s just reality, dealt with on a daily basis
Big Body put the burner in these bitches faces

[Hook]
Oh, they’re selling dreams out here
In every corner store
Pawn ‘em on the streets, I feel
They’re selling me the world
But if it all goes up, it could all come down the same
So when I go where I go I remember where I came…
Remember where I came from
[Verse 2]
Yo, yo can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink it
Two in the pink, two in the stink
Leather-coloured goulash, talks with Lou Dobbs, create some new jobs
In ’87 I saw my father in a blue Saab
Right seat sittin’, left hand shiftin’
You know that every team needs a Paxton and a Pippen
Bronson rappin’ like he on an acid tab trippin’
You changin’ with the moon with a Maxi Pad drippin’
High-five love – 5’5, plump
Sell the pussy ’til the shit look like a Ty Cobb glove
Bring me back the money then I dip to Arizona
Put my balls in your mouth, bubble tea, tapioca
Smoke shark, speakin’ in a Nordic slang
Baby blue eyes, important like an August rain
Clear water from the creek keep me nourished
Keep my head up, never discouraged, pussy bitch

[Hook]

[Outro]
Yeah… remember where I came from…
Remember where I came from…
Yeah… remember where I came from…
Remember where I came from…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Shiraz produced by action bronsonWe've been the best since I stepped in
Bring a hooker to the muthafuckin Jets Inn
In the sack, break her back like a Redskin
Need the dough like I'm trying to get the bread thin
Tree to make the head spin
Every season play the corner like I'm Revis
Light Caesar, heavy bearded like I'm Jesus
New York City, Queens borough be the backdrop
I bring it back to all the benches, need a blacktop
Big things, see me moving like a Sasquatch
Money, I'm in pursuit, cuchillo inside the boot
Bitches are on display, give brain
Inside the coupe. Shift gears, that's with the left
Which means I'm on the right, get paid
By any means, you hold it, say goodnight kid

Two fingers hold the potion when I'm smoking
Slow motion, snatch a snapper out the ocean
In my lungs go the drugs like the red chief
Red leaf lettuce blood money on the bench seat
12 courses laid up on the long table
Aged wine got me spinning like a dreidel
For fly women use a condom cause it's fatal
Hazel eyed bitched always blazing up the basil
The red razor cut the features in your facial
Creep in na, bumping Fernando Villalona
Puffing cheeba in the street by the chimi corner
Tu ne tappa me, muthafuckas are sloppy
Captain of the rap, you talking to papi
Up in Niagara Falls, make your wifey suck a
Bag of balls, it's sick, just like a Magic cough
Same person on camera or when the muthafuckin' camera off
Hash straight from the desert, can knock
A camel off, Sheep straight out of school
Let the hammers off. Off the boat shit
Whole cliques roll thick, no shit
Piss drunk and they smoke sticks
Not a word of English but
They hold the four-fifths
FILA jumpsuit, sandals, the whole shit
Young kids walking around, got the Desi in hand
Going "Boom Shakalaka!" like it's NBA Jam
Never speak to fuzz
Tap out the reefer, show him how
To use his sneakers, cuz
Roasted peppers, sweet tomatoes, heirloom
We on the beach, fresh Ceviche
We in Cancun, fly girly curly
Hair is getting read through
We in the shower give me head: shampoo
Swimming trunk, shoe accentuate the ankle
Eyes blue, put the children's money in the Banco
Giuseppe Franco, take the cash and tango
I'm straight stoned -sly, thank you
Bye, peace, one, fuck youWe've been the best since I stepped in
Bring a hooker to the muthafuckin Jets Inn
In the sack, break her back like a Redskin
Need the dough like I'm trying to get the bread thin
Tree to make the head spin
Every season play the corner like I'm Revis
Light Caesar, heavy bearded like I'm Jesus
New York City, Queens borough be the backdrop
I bring it back to all the benches, need a blacktop
Big things, see me moving like a Sasquatch
Money, I'm in pursuit, cuchillo inside the boot
Bitches are on display, give brain
Inside the coupe. Shift gears, that's with the left
Which means I'm on the right, get paid
By any means, you hold it, say goodnight kid
Two fingers hold the potion when I'm smoking
Slow motion, snatch a snapper out the ocean
In my lungs go the drugs like the red chief
Red leaf lettuce blood money on the bench seat
12 courses laid up on the long table
Aged wine got me spinning like a dreidel
For fly women use a condom cause it's fatal
Hazel eyed bitched always blazing up the basil
The red razor cut the features in your facial
Creep in na, bumping Fernando Villalona
Puffing cheeba in the street by the chimi corner
Tu ne tappa me, muthafuckas are sloppy
Captain of the rap, you talking to papi
Up in Niagara Falls, make your wifey suck a
Bag of balls, it's sick, just like a Magic cough
Same person on camera or when the muthafuckin' camera off
Hash straight from the desert, can knock
A camel off, Sheep straight out of school
Let the hammers off. Off the boat shit
Whole cliques roll thick, no shit
Piss drunk and they smoke sticks
Not a word of English but
They hold the four-fifths
FILA jumpsuit, sandals, the whole shit
Young kids walking around, got the Desi in hand
Going "Boom Shakalaka!" like it's NBA Jam
Never speak to fuzz
Tap out the reefer, show him how
To use his sneakers, cuz
Roasted peppers, sweet tomatoes, heirloom
We on the beach, fresh Ceviche
We in Cancun, fly girly curly
Hair is getting read through
We in the shower give me head: shampoo
Swimming trunk, shoe accentuate the ankle
Eyes blue, put the children's money in the Banco
Giuseppe Franco, take the cash and tango
I'm straight stoned -sly, thank you
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Industry Shakedown Cypher[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yo, yo, my man Troy, he used to jump over his own foot
Jump into a spin and give a grin that left them hoes shook
At that time, my jeans were baggy with the hoody
Back on Main Street, the maxi-single, copped it at the Goody
Up in the room, writing graffiti for hours
Dreams of being in a tower with Nia Long in the shower
Sucking my dicky like a pacifer
Now it's 2009, pussy, so pass the fire
They get the bastard higher
5'6", 260, I'm a destroyer
Got it with class, Dali paintings inside the foyer
To keep it all kosher, I'm strictly Jewish on the lawyer
When it comes to my freedom, I can't trust it to a goyim
Yo, I can't leave it up to a goyim

[Verse 2: Solace]
Yo, yo, Bermuda Triangle beat black out
Black Hole flow deep, can't see back out
So once you in, you in
Niggas speaking clout or reroute
And keep your heaters out the pouch
Once you see what we're about
No doubt
The organs make a nigga feel it in his organ
Honor the slogan saying we're never gonna soften
Single momma's put into the coffin kind of often
Conducting business dirty, then turn you into an orphan
It's simple as that, detonate your own system
The accurate aim, contacts it won't miss him
The poem shift him off his feet
But the chrome lift him
For talking out the side of their mouth like a stroke victim
And four fifth him
And bounce with the knot up in the sock
And trade your four chrome rims for four cinder blocks
The mic maestro, precise knife flow
Why debate? Just bite the bait, nigga
You might strike gold
Nigga, what
[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]
I run with old school New York shooters like Greg Anthony
Second hand gun smoke can't cancer me
It's all good then
I'mma keep the same friends
Classic timepiece, hopping out a strange Benz
With dame, duckets, yeah, young cool mill
Stacks copped the salmon skin, silver DeVille
My mind's sick but my dress code's ill
Sneakers got AIDS, they need more than a pill
Self employed, shirts have Typhoid
Beefs annoy, don't get destroyed (what!)
By this New York menace
Cock Glocks, pop shots, turn your face to a blemish
I does this, once a back block apprentice
My work will numb a nigga's mouth like a dentist
Go and ask OG's how we rock
My rhymes come back, I don't re-rock
He hot, correct, if it's Meyhem Lauren
Flow like a 9, work like a 10
Shoe size a 12, main chick a 8
Side bitch a 7 but her pussy is great
Get it straight, outsmart you and stomp you
Intelligent ape
I'm a G you're a fake like a planned mistake
Lobster claw in my paw, other hand on steak
Polo Blue, Hennessy, yeah you smell me
My gun game's meaner than Leona Helmsley
Rhymes are crimes, 9's, AK's
An unused tech in the box that just sprays
.38's more special than Mavado
Medallion money, we call that helado
If my ? special, my .44 is like a brand new king conquistador
Mutha, yo, yo, ayo
[Verse 4: Action Bronson]
700 dollar bottle of that Montrachet
Far and away, extraordinary bar display
Gil Grissom, look beyond the Solar System
Draw it all into a square until you find what's missing
Take your time cause patience is your best friend
Simmering at the importance of it sets in
Prep your area, sterilize your work tools
Foul living, never seen up on the church stools
I'm still sporting my shorts until the dead of winter
The charismatic, the dope addict, The Shredder, Splinter
Roll the magic, feeling like I'm cuffed in the water
How the fuck I manage, roll in the quarter, slaughter
Many cattle, many times for pleasure
Modeling the skin while I'm searching for the treasure
Keep astute, sink your body deep into the coupe
Or they’ll soon to find you asleep in that suit
Shoot, the Big Dipper
The golden candy Caddy tipper
Close my eyes
Back in time trying to murder Hitler
My mind and rhymes aligned with the solar signs
Dinosaurs being, something, barrels holding wine
Layers of cake, fiends up in Okeechobee Lake
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Pitchfork Selector FreestyleI'm eating sushi off a black hooker
Crushing numbers in the math booklet
She had the panties with the pussy cut out
Jewish holiday, she bake the bread
Then she twist my hash, I get her high, take her straight to bed
I'm diving in, I'm riding in that V-12 twin turbo on the Gaza Strip
Rocking Iversons with the ivory wheel
No practice, I'm classic, you bastards
I front-flip in limo windows, sip the limoncello
Somersault into a dismount off the uneven bars, then throw my hands straight up
Fuck around, sprain my ankle with the next maneuver
I'm one in a million, played the pavilion
Fuck around in the razor, get displayed to your children
We hire Asians for killings, ready, able, and willing
Getting paid in the building
It's me, on the ice cream truck
Bam Bam, Queens shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Strictly 4 My Jeepz (Remix)[Intro]
Better slow down baby
I’m out here wildin'
Better slow down baby
Shit is crazy

Hook]
You need to slow down baby
My whole team cash and load out baby
I’m a hero in my home town, baby
Stop talking, just go down, baby

[Verse 1]
Shit on my chest, shoot colors like a care bear
All year see me tan, hopping out the van
You wasn’t there, now you tryna show face
Fuck around, be a cold case
Chrome skates on an old day
Remote control chains, promote dough for the veins
Poke chicks, hoes with vogue legs
Eat steaks off a gold plate, stoned, listening to Coldplay

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Bronson Let Me Get In
You Needa Slow Down, Baby
Its Yung Malik Shout Out To My NIggas In Philly
QuietMoney Make It Rain
Ballin like Kobe Buckets I get cash
Real Niggas Make It Like It Nothing
Going Up In Niggas House Hoping We BankRoll
This Shit Strictly 4 My Peeps!!!
[Verse 2 Bronson]
Long knife by the spinal, built like a rhino
Push the 635 to the finals
Pearl white like what you sniffin’ in your sinus
The finest vaginas demolished by my dick
One year from Queens to the top
Cream of the crop, serve a fiend out my sock
Five minutes till they lean like the drop
Now they spinning through the furnace like the scene from The Rock
Hide spinach like a doomsday prepper
Every Sunday in my Tuesday leather
Now my beard look like Uday and Qusay
Play the pool on a cool day

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
A lot of people with their hands out now
Got these motherfuckers mad ‘cause I’mma stand out now
You never let the hammer off, you got the soft hands
I hear you singing for the boss man, dog
I’m from a lost land, spill coke on the heater
Drop a little sauce on the beater
Zero to 60 in a Porsche like a cheetah
New York, I'm like Jeter, light Caesar
No hypebeaster, rock a nice sneaker
You get drugs for a good price
My price cheaper, guaranteed
My trunk snapping like a tambourine
Bodying these pussies with a camera team
Uh! You better slow down, baby
Uh! You better slow down, baby
Uh! You better slow down, baby
You better slow down, baby

[Hook]

{Verse Yung Malik}
Versace All On My Wrist
A1 EveryThing Bodying
Pussies With My Team
At&M Rise Up.Stay Up

[Outro x2]
You need to slow down baby
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The Replicants Ancient Aliens Freestyle[Sisqo harmonizing, wooing, and yeah-ing, in the background underneath the duration of the freestyle, no lyrics]

Bronson do this
Bronson do that
Bronson too woke, and his pockets too fat

He always on the run, livin’ life like a movie
Ten roses is carved into the handle of the Uzi
Wit the black trench dragon
Doing donuts in the black Benz wagon

You know your boy is just a young hot hunk that got a keen eye for real estate
Side to side, switching lanes in the dealer plates

From New Jersey
Shoot the gun with curly hair, look Dominican in thirty years
Bitch

Young Baklava

I might fall out the Wrangler, but I’ll never fall in love with a stranger
Moonlight struck my face 9:30,  bye bye birdie

Young Bronson. 

Motherfucka rappin like his tongue pierced, I wear 4XL in the CarharttEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Night Court Produced Don ProducciBehind door one:
There's three things: greed, fortune and fame
Door two:
You might be happy but nobody know your name
Door three:
The bacon got you squatting naked by the razor fence
Door four:
You on the bench and got the drugs inside your favourite Tims

Cause on the road to riches, there ain't no time for getting sidetracked
Pump in the trunk if you frontin' punkin' you lie flat -
Down on the pavement
Diamond laser engraved it
Wasting all of my time and then wondering where my days went
I'm 26 but still I'm feeling like a senior
I'm only two years removed from leaning in the beamer now
Some friends ain't friends no more, I guess they jealous
Problems with baby mama constantly been like a relish to my
Neck fresh on the set live in the flesh
Rhymin the best
Yo bronsolini fans see hymen and breast
Talking sushi grade
My flow is linen and the shoes are suede
The wooden cutting board is right where the prosciutto laid
That's for the first course
The core burst off and hail
We'll be in hell but nobody trying to see the cell
Tonight we living life until we say goodnight
Breathe on the mic my flow knock the knees of a knight

My time always the right time
I'm surfing getting wavy
Like hawaiians on the pipeline, I'm never in my right mind
Zagat rated thirty foot decor
The food and service
Hey the blow is chopped up on the plate yo peace to Curtis
Never nervous cause I'm ready
Went from leaning in the German now we swerving in the Chevy
Artichokes cover spaghetti
Can't begin to fathom how I pair the words and form the sentences
Pierre Cardere described in bold print on the lenseses
One leaf, half of the dutch combat the cancer
Peace to Elton John cause in the jacket got the tiny dancer
Ready to tango
Extra clips inside the pouch just like the creature on the Kangol
Paint that precious shit like Van Gogh
Mango, that's for the lassi
I love when bitches sassy
Slutty nasty, and let me smash it in the taxi
Then I give her a german brunch
And now she turning stunts
Since 16 six times a day I'm burning blunts

I wanna live the life the twenty beamers gleaming shorty steaming rice
And then the fluff all burnt my penis shoot the semen twice in the face
Flyest of steaks, got my eyes on the papes
Rhyme butter lake you know my grading be prime on the steak
Aged to perfection, that's how I like the veno
We rolling ceelo
Throw like Marino
Cruise in the Regal
In overdrive like my libido
I'm stroking like I'm Michael Phelps into the pussy fetal
It's Bronsolino
Just like the dutch up
Leather loaf and mash the clutch up
We getting fucked up
I make the motherfucker beam a [?] up
Hellish capers and now I'm scoring more than Celtic Lakers
Kicking like Messi now we overlooking gorgeous acres
In my defence it's like the '85 Bears
There's no jail tales
Poetry emotion like I'm Gale Sayers
Before Maguire took his first needle
Yo we been looking fly and faucet fiends in corners in the bird fetal -
Positioning I know you hear me but not listening
We glistening I rock a jacket made for fishermen
The buccaneer for nutritional and a buck of deer
Create a hash vat and bake it off, cut a square
Tonne of flair like Rick I hold the pick
And plus I smoke a stick of heavy marijuana when I pose for flick
Get off the dick because we busting now
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Double ImpactAs we smoke in a Beamer, the angel eye lights in the lenses
The .44 caliber killer, rappers are defenseless
I'm hearing voices in my mind, they keep repeating
'87 style, get the money like I'm [?]
Bizarre rap, call me Comandante Sarjak
Origami a cigar into a small black

You see me in the street, I'm rocking short set, roll in quartet
I play the doorstep, Rambo inside the Gore-tex
Moon covered by the half a cloud, make a bastard wild
Chasing numbers more than [?]
[?] a bit loose allow the mind to circulate
I'll merk a Jake cause we were brought up by the Purple Tape
Burn a blank cause I'm queezy feeling gated
Delegate of rough raps heavily celebrated
You see the mane on my face it spell struggle
Jail juggle, catch a case watch the bail double
Eleven drugs mixed, Tallahassee bun tricks
Now we stunt kicks, lemon on the lungfish
Artisan bread, half-moon parts in our head
Fila the shoe, deadly like a fart in the bed
[?] galore, sour in a plastic bag
Classic swag, lay a coward in a casket badEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Easy Rider (Ric Maye Remix)[Verse 1]
I'm leaned back with the Les Paul
Shit I smoke is like cholesterol
Spilled dressin' on the vest at the festival
The best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beck and call
Best believe that there was neck involved
Fucked around and almost wrecked the Saab
Uh, we took acid for ten days straight up in the mountains
Started running with the stallions
Playing frisbee in the West Indies, did the tango with my kidneys
Eyes opеn, now I know just who my kids need
Rockin' very loose pants, yeah
Rockin' vеry loose pants, yeah
Buried a million in the sand, by the clock tower
Before I die, take a hot shower

[Hook 1]
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset

Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset

[Verse 2]
By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz
With her man, the one that swings a hockey stick
I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious
Shit, I might cop a chest and a dresser
A little machine to make espresso
I heard your bitch still wears Ecko
Hide drugs behind the box of De Cecco
Live from the Expo, it's me
I wear the wolf in the winter, steer the coupe from the center
Who gives a fuck, I'm a sinner
I had dreams of fuckin' Keri Hilson in my Duncans
Woke up naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal's cousin
Bite the eel by the dozen (Got to take it for the team)
Bite the eel by the dozen
[Verse 3]
Pump the bass in the trunk, shit rattled like a baby hand
Except this toy cost 80 grand
And I'm crazy tan, from all the places that I've been
Just from writing words with a pen
Tell the pilot "Land the plane," on Roosevelt and Main
Put a jacuzzi on the seven train
And lay John Coltrane play with that cocaine face
I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste
The brass band was seven pieces, my bitch's name is Peaches
We got twin MAC-11s with the features
Shit you barely got sneaker money
So much dick in their mouths, that's why these motherfuckers speaking funny
You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya
(I can't hear ya)
You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya
Shit

[Verse 4]
The Magic Johnson of the game
These lames don't want to play with me
Smile on your face, but I really know you hatin' me
I know you mad, cause I'm sick, and it's plain to see
It's me

[Hook 2]
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunsetEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Action Bronson Source OverviewFebruary 12 2016 - AllHipHopTV Interview
February 25 2016 - FUCK, THAT'S DELICIOUS Episode 1
March 1 2016 - Hot 97 InterviewEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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Purchasing a Bitcoin produces 195 times the amount of CO2 as purchasing an iPhone.Today, a Discord debate about NFTs and their environmental effects politely devolved into the situation depicted by XKCD:


Http://www.xkcd.com/articles/386/
It turns out I was looking for the wrong person on the internet
When adjusted for market capitalization1, my hypothesis was that cryptoasset CO2 emissions are much lower than those of a big US tech company like Apple
I wanted to equate Bitcoin to Apple and Microsoft to figure this out. Although Ethereum is more important to NFTs, there are few studies on ETH carbon emissions, which appear to be proportional to Bitcoin anyway
Bitcoin (BTC) had a market value of $539 billion at the end of 20202, Apple (AAPL) $2.3 trillion3, and Microsoft (MSFT) $1.9 trillion4
And the projected gross CO2 emissions (CO2e) for Bitcoin, Apple, and Microsoft in 2020 (35.89 Mt CO2e5, 22.6 Mt CO2e6, and 12 Mt CO2e7, respectively)
Despite the fact that Bitcoin's carbon emissions were higher than I predicted, my confirmation bias had persuaded my limited mental math that low emissions and a large market cap meant I was about to nail this statistic. In comparison to tech giants, I wanted to prove that crypto has a fraction of the pollution. However, the inverse is real
Bitcoin emits 6.7 times as much CO2 as Apple and 10.6 times as much as Microsoft, rounded to one decimal place. That's incredible
As a result, you've come full circle to the headline you clicked on. A late-2020 Apple iPhone 12 Pro would cost $9998, while one Bitcoin would cost $29,001.729. The decision to purchase one Bitcoin versus an iPhone 12 Pro emits 195 times as much CO2 if both help the underlying organisation and their total carbon emissions
Is this to suggest that cryptoassets are a doomed technology? No, this emphasises the importance of existing institutions adopting and supporting cryptocurrency. There is a market. Meanwhile, we must be wary of the actors we currently allow in crypto networks, as well as the lengths to which they are willing to go in the pursuit of profit
I'd also like to bring up some valid counter-arguments to the above
Carbon emissions from publicly traded companies are underreported, while emissions from crypto mining are overreported
Though I haven't found any conclusive proof to support either scenario, the motivation is undeniable. To report progress toward becoming carbon neutral (or carbon negative) by 2030, Apple or Microsoft can use the simplest estimate of their emissions. On the other hand, there is a current trend on the internet to highlight research that exaggerates crypto mining pollution while burying contrary evidence. The attention economy is won by sensational news
The emissions from a proof of stake model are significantly lower than those from a proof of work model
Absolutely, but I believe that in the case of NFTs, PoW would take precedence since it prevents fraud. Emissions would be much smaller if there was evidence of stake. I'm not using forecasts in this case; instead, I'm using calculated historical emissions
This is an apples-to-oranges comparison! What about gold mining, paper currency production, and the banking system as a whole?
I'd like to see a similar distinction made with gold and fiat currencies, but I'm less concerned with carbon footprint for the sake of wealth accumulation. Counting our carbon footprint beans in terms of productivity makes more sense.. If you want your essay written by a highly professional writers, then you are in a right place. We have hundreds of highly skilled writers working 24/7 to provide qualityessay writing services to the students all over the World. For the time being, the outputs of tech companies like Apple and Microsoft are likely to outperform cryptoassets in terms of productivity performance
¹ The aggregate market value of a business is measured in dollar amounts by market capitalization, or "market cap." 2 Investopedia, https://www.investopedia.com/investing/market-capitalization-defined/ http://www.coinmarketcap.com/currencies/bitcoin/historical-data/ 3 Data sourced from https://www.quora.com/How-can-I-find-historical-market-capitalization-data-e-g-what-were-the-largest-tech-companies-by-market-capitalization-in-the-1970s-1980s-1990s-and-2000s-and-what-is-the-most-reliable-source-for-this-information, using the formula (Historic Close / Latest CloseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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