Action Bronson, Science - Body Language lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson, Science - Body Language lyrics]
Yeah
Hey yo it's the aggressor with the
Nickle plated pressure
Hit you hard like London Fletcher
Leave you sleeping on the stretcher
Action Osama ain't the one to play games with
Ain't shit changed dick, I'm still the
Same with the same click, prick
Cross your legs when you sit
Down in the chair my nuts are there
Rape your mother live in despair
We'll take the candy out your daughters mouth
Order up a porterhouse, smoke a quarter ounce
Cores at the Norvin House
Corner standing below three
Frozen cheeks, frozen feet
Niggas holding heat cause it's a cold street
Heavy bearded blowing blunts the face
Roll another blunt to chase
Roasted perfection perfectly done to taste
Old and new it's Nike zooted
Like a lunar flight
Been blowing Buddha right, I
Never eat the tuna, sike
Both fists are gloved up, you dumb fuck
Get left in dump trucks
When I commence the duck hunt
Two o'clock you hear the cannon pop
Right outside the Spanish spot
Converted the drug den we
Call the cannon spot
Grab the money out the safe
Shoot him in the waist just a little taste
Before I finish off his face
Sports drop lightly breaded like a pork chop
Drug and gems
Money stashed it in the floor spot
Barry Bronson shooting juice before
The Mitchell Report
Never snitching in court
We blitzing the fort
All my niggas pitching for sport
Putting up Clemen numbers
Four bitches shit in the bag
And now there's seven Hummers
Hey yo a fantasy crazy the form it is
Of a supreme being that has
Strange ways of gathering cream
Grade-A stopped of cop blocked hard rocks and
Get knocked by undercover narcs in
The park after dark oil dripping
Tire spinning free will showing
That crime sells
Doing big deals with krills
Eating high-priced meals
We still dipping police, flipping hashish
Causing moms great grief
When you hit them streets
Cause we have precise
Understanding of dismantling
Words you planning, you start to scrambling
Put your life to gambling
The black heart nigga
Who start shit no babe? departed
I know more than one word besides arson
I got intensity with my history
Blaze, haze more than the sun rays
Glow more the MICer with the Jerry-curl glaze
My passion is right there with fashion
I feel a fever
That's why I'm reaching like a
Baby that was teething
Saying it's time for me to start the eating
Science is teaching
You preaching prophecies of an untold road
That finally unfold that behold the
Truth of the real foes iD's were known
My pat is on they toes
Shot fired, police scatter like crows
Full-body blow react like a high women
Terrain like it's Halo blunts burn slow
I put pieces together like it's Lego
Before you say go
Six niggas hit the floor like "Yeyo!"
Dry up and crumble like it's Play-Doh
Because I say so rest in peace 357
My baby, I love her
Hey yo it's the aggressor with the
Nickle plated pressure
Hit you hard like London Fletcher
Leave you sleeping on the stretcher
Action Osama ain't the one to play games with
Ain't shit changed dick, I'm still the
Same with the same click, prick
Cross your legs when you sit
Down in the chair my nuts are there
Rape your mother live in despair
We'll take the candy out your daughters mouth
Order up a porterhouse, smoke a quarter ounce
Cores at the Norvin House
Corner standing below three
Frozen cheeks, frozen feet
Niggas holding heat cause it's a cold street
Heavy bearded blowing blunts the face
Roll another blunt to chase
Roasted perfection perfectly done to taste
Old and new it's Nike zooted
Like a lunar flight
Been blowing Buddha right, I
Never eat the tuna, sike
Both fists are gloved up, you dumb fuck
Get left in dump trucks
When I commence the duck hunt
Two o'clock you hear the cannon pop
Right outside the Spanish spot
Converted the drug den we
Call the cannon spot
Grab the money out the safe
Shoot him in the waist just a little taste
Before I finish off his face
Sports drop lightly breaded like a pork chop
Drug and gems
Money stashed it in the floor spot
Barry Bronson shooting juice before
The Mitchell Report
Never snitching in court
We blitzing the fort
All my niggas pitching for sport
Putting up Clemen numbers
Four bitches shit in the bag
And now there's seven Hummers
Hey yo a fantasy crazy the form it is
Of a supreme being that has
Strange ways of gathering cream
Grade-A stopped of cop blocked hard rocks and
Get knocked by undercover narcs in
The park after dark oil dripping
Tire spinning free will showing
That crime sells
Doing big deals with krills
Eating high-priced meals
We still dipping police, flipping hashish
Causing moms great grief
When you hit them streets
Cause we have precise
Understanding of dismantling
Words you planning, you start to scrambling
Put your life to gambling
The black heart nigga
Who start shit no babe? departed
I know more than one word besides arson
I got intensity with my history
Blaze, haze more than the sun rays
Glow more the MICer with the Jerry-curl glaze
My passion is right there with fashion
I feel a fever
That's why I'm reaching like a
Baby that was teething
Saying it's time for me to start the eating
Science is teaching
You preaching prophecies of an untold road
That finally unfold that behold the
Truth of the real foes iD's were known
My pat is on they toes
Shot fired, police scatter like crows
Full-body blow react like a high women
Terrain like it's Halo blunts burn slow
I put pieces together like it's Lego
Before you say go
Six niggas hit the floor like "Yeyo!"
Dry up and crumble like it's Play-Doh
Because I say so rest in peace 357
My baby, I love her