Bronson lean yo, Statik Selektah
Queens to Boston
It's all the same
Pu-pu-pu-pussyrap (Are we on here?)
Dental damn, beaver trap
The thrill is gone
I'm here to bring the fever back
to the streets
Hoppin 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 motherfucking 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 your dollars
Dippin' in Impala's, chilling with my scholars
Get it? I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit
Straight up! I make the music just for you
Nothing, noth- no-nothing like an idiot, get it?
Get it, ge- ge- Get it?
I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit
Straight up! I make the music just for you
Nothing, noth- no-nothing like an idiot
Call me John Bon Journo
Hopping out the Volvo, ratchet on the leg
Dipping from the po-po
Since the youth, I been labeled as a loco
I sell it, but i never laced the nasal with the coco
Urban hippie, muffle with the green thumb
Seven grands of purple to my neck'll leave my feet numb
Scoop a bitch, portuguese sweet buns
Serve a dick, like an elephant that's 3 tonnes
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 shorty from the heights to come and play with my colembo
Uh! Just let me catch my little breath and shit
You won't accept a kid, 'cause your destiny is for deficit
Me? You see, I spit like epileptic shit
There's two options, either you fear me or you respect a kid
Get it? I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit
Straight up! I make the music just for you
Nothing, noth- no-nothing like an idiot, get it?
Get it, ge- ge- Get it?
I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit
Straight up! I make the music just for you
Nothing, noth- no-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 tearoom, you don't want a rerun
Moonstruck, splatter your platoon up
Hard times, drugs out the balloon
Beauty like a butterfly, flying out cocoon
Urban love is central village right by the lagoon, uh!
That's my grandfather!
Add a little bit of cream of tartar, make the grams harder
Now you shorty hold me tighter than a dance partner
Pull the viper out the pants on her
Honey hit the tune, I let it dance on her
Like a gypsy, ers in Poughkeepsie
Seven homies with me, everybody smoking fifties
Nine-ninety - add two, that's my shoe
Reflect light like sunshine in the high noon
Get it? I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit
Straight up! I make the music just for you
Nothing, noth- no-nothing like an idiot, get it?
Get it, ge- ge- Get it?
I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit
Lyrics @yung_eegzz

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