[Verse 1 - Action Bronson]
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[Verse 1 - Action Bronson]
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To the game apply pressure, divide pepper
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Design leathers, we fly forever
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Fuck the water, we surfin' on the crowd
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Me I like my music loud (turn me up man)
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Step out the bath after two women wash me
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The polo robe is costly, even the tush got a horsey
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The 525 is saucy
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Smoin' the moss on the porch, we
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Steamin' drama like a dumpling
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Break the general's torso, only the lord knows
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Right through the stomach where the frame of the sword go
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I'm on the coast with some cargo shorts on
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Ride slow, eyes slow, 5-0
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On the creep you should see the way I slide though
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Just like the kids in the park, my vision is sharp
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The pigeon was carte blanche, the sauce a smidgen tart
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Toss a javelin towards some lavender
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I'm fucking stunning bitches weak like a calendar
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I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme and you the challenger
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And this the Kumite, now what you do today?
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From my room along the vert to the terrace where I step
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Where my maiden lay awaitin' me to pleasure me with flesh
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Live the rest of my days atop a mountain
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Everything is free-range, piranha in the fountain
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[Verse 2 - Roc Marciano]
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Burn a carcass, walk across carnage
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Sport the garments that crawled out of the forest
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My shoes retarded, you'll be disregarded
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The black-hearted
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I laughed as the hardest pussy farted
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The crabs dipped in garlic
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The car seats switchamacallit
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Steer the ship through frigid waters
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Lift the portrait, for real I feel insulted
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I should be sculpted
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My bitch is cultured, six coasted
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??? the beast, true beef
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The loot increase, I dip with two G's smooth as a priest
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The older ladies scream preach, my gun was in reach
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We run the streets, rob fleece and bubble geese
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Crush the zanny in the L, sip the Champale
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Now I parallel, my skin complexion caramel
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Hopped on the saddle rang the cattle bell, the battle was hell
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The crack and heroin's for sale
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The blacker cell, attract quail, I cast a spell
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Flash jasper, tip the pastor, finished the chapter
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Showered in fur like I'm a viking
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My resemblance is striking
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Bite bison and cake icing
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Crackin' crustaceans, tenacious (crab)
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A no rest haven, dressed with the apron
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Undressin' aces at the basin
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Degredation, these are modern day revelations
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Modern Day Revelations
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Action Bronson & The Alchemist |