Action Bronson

[fox69]

"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 coke
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 fresh water 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 dip in the 5-0
It's all about survival, me and Supplies man I'm live on arrival

[Verse 2:]
I got the drugs rolled perfect
The gold turkish, Flow furnished
I been a earner, just call me earnest
Leave the logistics to attorneys, but if it's 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]

 

[fox69]

"It's Me"


Fucking wax man
What is this doing to us?

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 John
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

Fly away
Shit, won't even dine
Unless the ice sculpture centerpiece a swan

 

[fox69]

"Jackson & Travolta"
(feat. Meyhem Lauren)



[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

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, fuck

[Bridge: x2]
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
We good though

 

[fox69]

"Jar Of Drugs"


Bronsolin'... no
Straight from the galaxy
Drug abusin'

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

[Hook 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:]
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 Combat, 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 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 2:]
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 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

 

[fox69]

"Jerk Chicken"
(feat. Maffew Ragazino)



[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 x2:]
(Y'all won't test we[?]), I'm in the corner puffing Marley
Got the knife inside the booth, hoping they don't shoot
Cuz I don't want to hurt nobody, Ow

[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 dutchie towards San Fransisco
Where your nephew bout to bounty kill a punaani
Hoes know the movado!
Lick a shot for (windsweep[?])
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 plantain

[Outro]

 

[fox69]

"Keep Off The Grass"
(with Statik Selektah)



[Sample]

All these faking motherfuckers never true to they craft
My style it give you boost just like a shoe to that ass
Smoke the drug, got the the Krug and in the glass
Nice socks, switch foot, Asian hooker and she fluent in math
James Brown shoes, the H-town groove
Big body slide through it like the Greyhound move
Ain't no rocking me to sleep, baby, you ain't that smooth
You want a sucker and I ain't that dude
I'm 'bout the money
Know when you hear me always hit you with the raw rhythm
You look confused and out of focus; autism
Ain't no developmental problems on this, I kid
Just big whips and chicks with big lips and thick thighs
My people flip pies, and quick to flick knives
Take the laziest shorty and take a quick dive
Paint a struggle how my motherfucking clique rides
Quit babysitting hit this spliff before the shit dies
Bitch

[Sample]

I'm looking crispy like a chicken cutlet
One wish is, get rich before I kick the bucket
Know that Bronson's eating supper
Hoping the gun don't jam like Smuckers
Weed inside the Mason jar, leaning like racing car
Papa Shango, the monster in your mother's bed
Blunt of regs, and some lead turn the gutter red
7-40 ? snitches, with butter left
11 dollars worth of bounty on your brothers head
You know the scent YSL and some good smoke
I'm on the top she on the bottom like footnote
Jet head cover my head
New Yorker born and raised, so I'm repping 'til I'm dead
Galaxy of Queens most diverse in the world
Live in my borough
Albanian father ran into my Jewish mother
Swept her feet probably laid her on the blueish cover
Now I'm here see me fresher than the newest summer
Fuck, faggot, pussy

[Sample]

 

[fox69]

"La Luna"


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

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 save my peace
And I'ma breeze in the caprice with the gold seats
Bumpin' Boosie on a slow creep
[?] look at stone man, you know me
Asian shooter with the blonde hair
Street Fighter character
Fuck around and suplex 'em through the sailor bar
My life is greenlit, no script
And we all know that money be the motive of this whole shit
Bitch, I'm focused like none other than 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

[Answering machine:] A customer representative will be with your shortly. Did you know we can get to you in just seven minutes. Seven minutes. Call 1-800-8...

[Action Bronson:]
Your shit lack quality
I'm sitting right behind my chick
Making 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
Supermodels sucking while I steer the long pink fleetwood
Roll a big fat blunt so you know I'm gonna sleep good
Now
Ah!
Rock-a-bye baby
Yeah
Rock-a-bye baby
Uh-huh

 

[fox69]

"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
Thick and the same color as Band-Aid, understand me?
I built this building, they came and then I dropped it
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 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'm a 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 Vega
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'm a 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
Finnish on the women
That mean the bitch from Finland
Her tits are bonkers
Chilling in the chakras
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 weed leaf
Pussy

 

[fox69]

"Let It Rain"


Your pockets' slim pickings
Lay him out like grilled chicken
It's been an hour but that blunt still hitting like a champion
Eating 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
They'll be bagpipes playing 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 musta been a junkie in my past life
I musta been a junkie in my past life

Standin' in front of McDonalds throwin bottles
Ninety degrees tips on [?] kit corn
[?] 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
Shit sounding like I'm shooting off bazookas
Flushing Queens no scare business here
Assemble weapons with no hand twitches here
Plus the strength of twelve oxen
Hold it down, there's no option
Let it rain (uh)
I musta been a junkie in my past life, you know
I musta been a fiend in my past life, fuck
I musta been a junkie in my past life
Uh
These dudes trash like Michael Jordan jeans
Hahaha, that's it. I'm done

 

[fox69]

"Let Me Breathe"


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)
Just let me breathe

It's too hot drop the top off the wagon
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
It's like I'm at the studio with Michael
(Michael Jackson)
You can hear me dancing on the beat
Bam bam 'bout to put a mansion on the beach, uh
Hundred latins in ya lobby
That's what happens when you're fucking around with Body, uh
And I put that on my mami (on my mami)
I would never give my heart to a thotty
If I could just make a dance that would go with this song
Then I'ma be on
Basic bitches gonna dance on it (everywhere)
Basic bitches everywhere gonna dance on it (everywhere)

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 blowing 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 blowing trees all in it

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 it

I got two shows I'm about to pitch another
Throwing alley oops to my brothers
We all shine nobody victims
Armani sweatsuit pimping
Black Pippens
I swag different
That's why the money in the bag different (different)
Come up short you'll have your motherfucking fam missing
I lay on beaches and swerve in whips
You ain't serving shit you just an urban myth
Every day get fleek
Riding around Queens on a jetski, it's me
Every day get high
'Til the day I die
Every day get high
Man I roll that shit
And I smoke that shit
Honey bouncing up and down
She nearly broke my dick (my dick)
She nearly broke my dick (my dick, my dick)

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 blowing 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 blowing trees all in it