Action Bronson - Mr. Songwriter Lyrics
Yo, this is Action Bronsonelli in the place to bePeace to the ultimate warrior posted up in AstoriaBronsolini is the name and when I rhyme it's euphoriaTo the death of me, mother*****ers seeking that serumI got the recipe, soft shell crabs right out the [?]The devil's basil laying lovely in the plastic jarOpen it up from the aroma almost crashed that carNew York livin', linen shorts we too horse drivenAnd when we sitting down to dine at least there's twoCourse swimmingProbably calamari, my young shooter I call himGallinariStill serve the Knicks, nibbles of parmigianiHand-craft the cheeses, aged inside the cave to thawOff to my tailor alterations for my days cut offCome to the park with my jump shot, got five betsI'm on price, deadly in the clutch with the precisionOf a shark biteAfter that we split the paper up and spark the pepperFlakesFlying to the heights, Dominican buffet for pepperSteaksYou know it's Queensbridge you hear the flavour of myMusicMy brother Lonny manoeuvre hugging [?] in view it,FluidClose-knit, no shit just like a herringboneAnd laid over the sweater of many brothers of [?]My aura glistening, my shit's official inMy platter's three stars, the book of MichelinStudy Ju-Jitsu in, closets of crystallineI'm known to rock the green ballys straight out ofSwitzerland, PeaceMy facial hair better than Tom Selleck, smoke the bombTreeUnder the palm tree, accent mimicking ConneryPardon me lady, slow roasted animal smothered in gravyFlow like the navy, you play me, then you snoring withDaisyBronsolinio, the mother*****ing number one rap singerThe number one rap singer in the universeCause I'm the master of the universe, call me He-ManMister songwriter, Bronsolini, BronsolinioBronsonolski, Action Bronstein, George BronsteinAction CastanzaYo it's Action Bronson
