Action Bronson, Task Rok - Northern Lights lyrics

You put the flower in the
Grinder and you crank it in bed with Mary
You could find her in my blanket
You got fire, I’ma blaze it
Call it rise to the occasion
Fat shatter patties
Budder drying in the basement
I don’t need no provocation to smoke
My occupation’s to toke
Even though it’s also making me broke
Come on Barack Obama gotta lend some change
With the stroke of the pen
Quit persecuting all of those
You're supposed to defend
How’d it be, taking tokes of the Sour D
Hourly gone like a falcon on the balcony
I’m trippin when I’m out of weed
I need a Buddha sack
That Pre-98 Bubba, Headband, the Super Jack
Blowing never get far, opening the fresh jar
Little Skywalker choking on the Death Star


Spoil bragger, e nail coil rapper
Royal shatter rapper spitting harder
Than my oil spatter

My whole click keeps blowing all the glass
Growin all the grass and
Smoking all your hash it's a green rush
But we ain’t in it just for cash
We in it for the love till death dust and ash

I’m in the kitchen and I’m frying chicken
Eyes chinese
Been getting hiney since the 90’s
Cold honey and a parchment paper
Hit the nail now I’m gone like when the
Wind hit's the sails
Mami keep the bail for me cause she
Know that I be doing wrong
Now the beamer look like it got ewings on
Move strong
My bitch is jewish with a blue thong
Dabbing award winner out the new bong
Adjust the nail on the rig, now I'm sweating
Keep the pen in my pocket, I’m always rappin
Seven dabs open my visiano at the table
I’m known to order duck like Donald

Recession proof, I never need a bail out
I’m waiting for the postman
My drugs are on his mail route
I can do anything myself
Except for self doubt
So I don’t ever seek help, I only help out
It’s mad work, we doing lots of trimming
Then getting stoned like Islamic women
When cops slippin, the system is flawed
Isn’t it odd, when Gods given us plans
When it’s stances that laws forbid them
And watch out if you black
And you speaking Spanish
Cause that racist law was made
To attack and defeat Hispanics
It’s propaganda, we laughin at reefer madness
But the privatized prisons will
Profit when people vanish
That’s why I feel like the loneliest dude
The only one out of my
Friends without a Mobius tube
It’s rude, I don’t collect
I just buy and I use i kinda abuse, my glass
Clogged, try and defuse, you lose

That bacon quave with the eggs man
I see you on some other shit
Fabulous, makes me wanna beam
Aboard the mother ship
For many too mafia, and Darby guns
It’s a take over spitting fire like my man
Bates glass flamethrower
Smoking in my bath tub
Cause fuck the damn club
I’m home alone, taking dabs out my HAMM bub
It’s all American, no phoney’ish
My only wish is I had a never
Ending supply in my Burtoni dish
Staying at the raddest inn
Taking dabs at Addison
San Francisco stop to meet with
Julio and dab again
We link with Chad and stay in san diego
Backstage at the bay cup
Blazing with Danny Danko
Peace to Magweedo, Topher, and Toke Daddy
FunkMaster Kush
Let’s twist up a bush and smoke fatties
And big ups to Wheezy feel like every show
You seem to always save our
Ass yo wherever we go hey yo
My buddy juggy acting funny off a hubby bar
Looking like a poo bear with his
Head stuck in a honey jar
Each etize sweet, at the hard rock
Rockstars carving out
I spark from the bar stuff
My life’s one big oil adventure
I’m laying honeys and making
Moneys like coil condensors let’s go