ACTION BRONSON lyrics : "Mr. Songwriter"
Peace to the ultimate warrior posted up in Astoria
Bronsolini is the name and when I rhyme it's euphoria
To the death of me mother$#&@ers seeking that serum
I got the recipe soft shell crabs right out the [?]
The devil's basil laying lovely in the plastic jar
Open it up from the aroma almost crashed that car
New York livin' linen shorts we too horse driven
And when we sitting down to dine at least there's two
Course swimming
Probably calamari my young shooter I call him
Gallinari
Still serve the Knicks nibbles of parmigiani
Hand-craft the cheeses aged inside the cave to thaw
Off to my tailor alterations for my days cut off
Come to the park with my jump shot got five bets
I'm on price deadly in the clutch with the precision
Of a shark bite
After that we split the paper up and spark the pepper
Flakes
Flying to the heights Dominican buffet for pepper
Steaks
You know it's Queensbridge you hear the flavour of my
Music
My brother Lonny manoeuvre hugging [?] in view it
Fluid
Close-knit no %#@! just like a herringbone
And laid over the sweater of many brothers of [?]
My aura glistening my %#@!'s official in
My platter's three stars the book of Michelin
Study Ju-Jitsu in closets of crystalline
I'm known to rock the green ballys straight out of
Switzerland Peace
My facial hair better than Tom Selleck smoke the bomb
Tree
Under the palm tree accent mimicking Connery
Pardon me lady slow roasted animal smothered in gravy
Flow like the navy you play me then you snoring with
Daisy
Bronsolinio the mother$#&@ing 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 Bronson
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