Action Bronson - Mr.Songwriter lyrics

Yo, this is Action Bronsonelli in
The place to be

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
Motherfuckers seeking that serum
I got the recipe
Soft shell crabs right out the Chesapeake
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 in court
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 huggin'
Knotties in the Buick, fluid
Close-knit, no shit just like a herringbone
And laid over the sweater of many brothers of
My aura glistening, my shit's official in
And for my platter's three stars
The book of Michelin
Study Ju-Jit'su 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 motherfucking 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