Cliff Notes - Action Bronson, Statik Selektah

Pussy rap, dental damn beaver trap

The thrill is gone, I’m here to bring the fever back

To the streets, pumping out the big whips

Torpedo rhymes strong enough to sink ships

Two tone grip, Brother Mouzone shit

Better move on bitch, or else it’s on, trick

I’m en fuego, I ain’t even in my zone yet

I spit the shit to make your motherfuckin' dome sweat

Queens-bred, no Packer but a cheesehead

Fat ass, fucking pussy until she’s dead

Suede foot, looking like an Indian

Cuisine straight from the Caribbean

Long jackets, made from an amphibian

Bag of money, split with my committee and

Break it down, vision on the dollars

Dip in the impalas, chilling with my scholars

Get it?

I am not illiterate

Not, not!

Not even a little bit!

Straight up, I make the music just for you!

Nothing, nothing like an idiot!

Call me John Bon Journo, hopping out the Volvo

Ratchet on the leg, dipping from the po-po!

Since a youth I’ve been labeled as a loco

I sell it but I never laced the nasal with the coco

Urban hippie, muffle with the green thumbs

Seven grams a purple to my neck’ll leave my feet numb

Scoop a bitch, Portuguese sweet buns

Serve a dick like an elephant that’s three tons

Her pussy whistle like my father out the window

Remind us that it’s dinner time I’m lighting up the Indo

And when I go inside I think I might just play Nintendo

Call a Shortie from the heights have her play with my colembo

Uh, just let me catch my little breath an shit you won’t accept a kid

Cause your destiny is for deficit

Me, you see I spit like epileptic shit

That’s two options;

it’s either you fear me or you respect the kid

Mind like Watson, Fluent in the nuance

Van Damme Bronson, Alligator shoe on

Spin kick to the dick I’m eating dim sum

Right up in the tea room

You don’t want to rerun!

Moon struck, splatter your platoon up

Hard times, drugs out the balloon

Beauty like a butterfly, flying out cocoon

Urban love and central village right by the lagoon

Uh, that’s my grandfather, add a little cream of tartar

Make the grams harder

Now your Shortie hold me tighter than the dance partner

Pull the viper out my pants on her

Honey hit the tune I’ll let it dance on her

Like a gypsy, hookers in Poughkeepsie

7 homies with me everybody’s smoking fifties

990 add 2 that’s my shoes

Reflect light like sun shining at high noon!