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"Central Bookings"
(with Statik Selektah)
(feat. Meyhem Lauren)




[Hook:]
The way things is looking Im'ma see central booking
Eh yo Queens get the money
Ain't trying to see central booking, Oh shit
Dough boy in New York City
New York is still the same
Out there on the Queens Ave

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Playing the mirrors like a diva cause I'm paranoid
And plus I'm smoking drugs, you're just a token thug
Fuck around your words will lay you in a woven rug
I'm Middle Eastern, Iron Sheik with the cobra clutch
We see the lights so I force them into chasing me
Early morning money like the people in the bakery
Fancy drapery, rep the family faithfully
Criminal minded, do it tastefully
Shorty catching cases, couple priors open
Serve fiends same shit Richard Pryor smokin'
My speech be concrete lying, defeat a web
And even if you were a basket couldn't see the bread
We want the Caesar salad table-side
The waiter toss it get the flavor right
The shorty with me got the piercing in the naval
Seven bitches with me and I'm 'bout to give 'em anal
Yes I love my freedom cause I'm able

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]

Coming from Queens we get fly on different calibers
Heinous with the stainless, plus we Shameless like the Gallaghers
Black, e-b-i-t so we ain't looking at no calendars
Gliding like Islanders
Pistols equipped with silencers
Load 'em, point 'em at challengers, be triple beam balancers
I'm feeling claustrophobic with success surrounding us
And fuck a groupie cause we been have bitches hounding us
Way before this thing called rap came into play
I change my rugbys and the pussy I fuck like every day
Sex, money and yay, sip the Henessey for energy
We giants, dropping science, if you're smart pick up the chemistry
Repping for New York heavily, getting my money steadily
Meyhem Lauren and Bronsolinyo that's the recipe
Dun, it's destined we won, my legacy spun
A lot of people in the right direction, despite aggression
Divine prevention bag ounces by eye with perfection

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Action Bronson & Meyhem Lauren]

They tried to bag me for the blunt, I had the bundle by the grundle
I'm running on the humble, acrobatic tumble
Oh shit, the floor exercise a perfect ten
Marisol, we make her swallow drugs then she birthing twins
Then fly no propeller, street bread my a capella
Vintage raps from out the cellar, Madagascar vanilla
Where color kicks match your buy work
And then we [?]
From Queens I was just in my teens, holdin' the ratchet
I slice the garlic with the razor, somewhere out in Asia
When it come to paper, family, everything is major
The North American elk behind the oven door
We're trying to find a common ground, is it love or war?
Remain extravagant we known to floss objects inanimate
Shining but never arrogant, from 40 Park to Feroget
Rocking the finest [?]
If it's not Ralph than it's some double G shit
Forever glow
 
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"Chop Chop Chop"


Shh, it's okay it's okay
It's okay it's okay
Damn, you taste good
Damn you, motherfucker
[Coughing]

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

Kelly Slater couldn't ride this wave
Or those dudes from The Endless Summer
We getting bent until the sun up
You getting 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 posed
With patience's with power shows
They say that I been sculpted with a Pharaoh's nose
I like to think that I got Daryl's nose
It's like it's 1986 again
Flushing queens for'real
Fuck the way you feel
I love the way I feel
It's like it's 1986 again
Flushing queens for'real
Fuck the way you feel
Fuck the way you feel, pussy

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
 
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"Chuck Person"
(feat. Meyhem Lauren, Shaz IllYork, & AG da Coroner)



[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
Went from dark brown skin into a high yellow
 
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"Cirque Du Soleil"
(with Statik Selektah)



One of the few dogs that pulled through the Mike Vick fia...
Yo my fault man, my fault

One of the few dogs that pulled through the Mike Vick fiasco
Heart of a lion with the strength, straight outta Glasgow
Pudzianowski, known to let the guns loose
Everybody smoking cigarettes in jump suits
Kosovo to the basement of your building
Terrible dentistry, gold in every filling
Cut ‘em a deal bet they let you bring the crills in(?)
No English, kill mad kitchen knives concealed in
The staircase is where we earn the degree
The lawsuits on the fine flesh feeding the fiend
Light Caesar-covered skull
Eyes are like the ocean blue
Stay fly, rock Elvis, that’s emotional
Nice shirt, crazy hat, mean jacket
Orange drugs if you’re reppin’ for the team clappin’
With the capillaries, big gun, Tackleberry
Tell the preacher at the chapel get the casket ready
Two seven’s hit the third one on the river
Chicken liver dinner have your Jewish mother sitting shiva
‘Cause the kid was a putz
Hit the clutch, spin the tires ‘til they smoke disappear into the dust, uh
Dive in the muff break the pussy like an Asian cookie
You the type to shave your face to make your anus bushy
Tie a knot in your shirt right by your stomach
You make me wanna vomit, steady getting blunted
The diesel sweet and sour, the blunt vanilla
Twist it to perfection, gentle hands, still a guerrilla
I’m at the villa, ’97 D’elegance
The Pelican Brief, you rapping with irrelevance
Hard to kill, call me Mason Storm
Your basic elevate my skills to the type of shit that Gracie’s on
Omaplata, guard your nose, Haloti Ngata
Total knocker, seldom sipping Stoli Vodka
Making maneuvers for myself out on a late night
The year been great right? Trying to get the plate right
‘Cause I’m a hunter like a great white
And a performer, never stage fright
I’m outta Flushing, Queens
Shoot your gun if you love the smell of money
Love the taste of good weed, vintage in your tummy
Love a bitch with good puss diggin’ in her bunny
Peace to gettin’ money, peace to gettin’ money

Yeah, Flushing, Queens. Outdoorsmen shit
Yeah, Action Statik Selektah shit
Kill yourself now
 
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"City Boy Blues"
(feat. Chauncey Sherod)



[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
That ain't for dealing, that girl in your hand (girl 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
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
That ain't for dealing that girl in your hand (girl 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
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
 
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"Cliff Notes"
(with Statik Selektah)



Pussy rap, dental damn beaver trap
That 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 you're 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!
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

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!
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!

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 in the hot noon!

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!
 
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"Cocoa Butter"
(with Statik Selektah)
(feat. Nina Sky)




Albanian style: rock leathers in the sand
I’ll shoot my cousin for nothing: dominant man
Go visit fam with no problems - on some normal shit
Straight from Skopje, Macedonia, the floral lit
Licorice liquor, one cube, a touch of water
Watch it mix, turn white like the Duchess' daughter
I’m in the corner puffing Ganja with the musky odor
Destination back of your throat - cup of soda
Uh. This is Bam Bam Bigelow, Queens to Asbury Park connect: Figaro
My uniform Carhartt sweats and Gore-tex athletic horses on my chest and on my short sets
The Leslie Nielsen of the weed and the words
This is Action Bronsolinni, 33 and the 3rd, kid
Naked gun, the serial is scratched off
Armed like Rocket in his prime, blast off

On and on, push it through, we won
Never stop till the day we there
On and on, push it through, we won
Never stop till the day we there

Push your seat back. The Rickey Henderson of rap
Jets hat, underneath a little blubber lie the 6 pack
Summer time I cop the musket with the kick back
Then sit back, stand up, eyes low, hit that
This happens continuously throughout the night
Now my eyes are like diamonds, that’s looking blue-ish in the light
Like a prism, shooting out hope, honor, and optimism
Never stop it till we're coastal on the aqua mission
Reach my hand in the water and grab a tuna
Silhouette you see reflection of light, right off the Mezzaluna
That’s a half moon, wavy like my man’s fade
The European carry-all. Color: tan, suede
Handmade, hand blades, carve up your features, I’m a creature
Section 39 - I’m in the bleachers
Fiends get washed up like turtles on the beaches
It’s mating season make the verbal for your speakers

On and on, push it through, we won
Never stop till the day we there
On and on, push it through, we won
Never stop till the day we there

Ill prosciutto. legend, Phil Rizzuto
Marijuana like the pussy, I keep it crudo
That’s raw, now I declare war
You in the women’s league
I show you how a man score
Look at my beard and my body like a grizzly
I’m shoulder pressing 3 plates
Obama - EBT. I'm a G. Supermarket sweepstakes
Still drinking vintage out the bottle with the cheese plate
The Derek Harper with the low Caesar, flow fever
More than likely digging in your ho's beaver
Drug smoke to my neck just like a turkey
Dough dirty, make your brother do a curtsy. no mercy, Van Buren cop Hershey
Square Tyson and I’m in the mountains eating rare bison
Clam chowder, you ain't fucking with this man-power
Straight from Queens, where we're known to make your plans sour

On and on, push it through, we won
Never stop till the day we there
On and on, push it through, we won
Never stop till the day we there
 
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"Compliments To 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 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, salt flakes, Himalayan maize
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 out here
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, 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 rhymin' 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...
 
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"Contemporary Man"


Get it together Justin, got to get it together fam
Let's Go

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

(Uhhhh, fly shit
Grown Man shit
Do it one more time, fuck it
I'm good to go)

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 gummed it

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

(Yo this Big Motherfucking Body, bitch)

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 Herbie White dude with the yellow fever
Yellow sneakers, see through yellow beeper

(Feel the beat...)

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

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

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 with the tan seats,
Smack the taco out your mouth, green couch
 
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"Dance Song"


[Verse 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 snoring
 
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