Action Bronson, Meyhem Lauren, AG Da Coroner - Ray Lewis lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson, Meyhem Lauren, AG Da Coroner - Ray Lewis lyrics]
Respect the fly shit, glorious stature
My words capture new York City's fear before
The Taliban disaster self Induced Illness
Floating in my own rapture
My niggas make flips and play
Cakes without a spatula
We gets it in, sample my aura as a indication
I know your story, son
Your soap opera's in syndication
Exposing fraudulence with fact
Your dead off vindication
Hit the bottom first to reach the top
I call it innovation an invasion
Incineration is how we burning 'em
Mean chucking a philosophy book
My voice is learning 'em
Dollar bills never came free
We steady earning 'em
At all costs, we all floss
Your team lost, I'm so boss
At least my own, release my chrome
Get blown into a different zone
X'd out and wonder Y like a male chromosome
(What)
I hold my own and my squad's well known
Don't make a nigga hand deliver
Punishment to your dome it's all!
My mind ready like Ray Lewis
Jumping out the gray Buick
Twisted ankles never stop us
Cause we play through it
I spit that shit that make
Jordan jumper a sure shot
Same shit to make 'em build a wooden
Room up in a whore spot
Right out the sewer, deadly with maneuver
Got the power of a rhino
And I'm agile as a puma
Suede shit be the basic
Empty clips and then replace it
Cause the verbal 47 chopping
Pussies get erase-d off the map
My silhouette, it got the hookers crazy
Poking holes up in the condom
Trying to trap me with a baby
But I keep 'em dreaming, that's for the semen
They keep on fiending
Cause nowadays it's just Brain
Just call me Bobby Heenan
I'm Marley steaming
Lace the swordfish with the garlic cream and
The lemon basil caper dil
Play the street for real
Cream de Ville is what I used to sport
The Yiddish lawyer with a yarmi
How this muthafucka do in court
Peugeot Sport was purchased by
My father first, man
Shift with the left hand
Back then he was a Mets fan to be specific
I'm horizontal once the trees are twisted
Absorb the essence cause it changes
With the seeds sifted
You muthafuckas ain't telling me nothing
We pack the power of a Roman candle
Outdoorsmen animal
So catch us on the nature channel
Rare species, mush you in the face with feces
This is HBO rap, not regular TV
I be the type to make
Your wifey hand you papers
And say ya'll splitting up
Because my semen is her favorite flavor
Vanilla ice cream
Baskin Robbins got nothing on me
I'm in the hooker house with Bronson
Bitches sucking on me
Free of charge, we at large
"Love Me In a Special Way" like El DeBarge
Big time like Vinny Chase in Entourage
My team's the hardest, we like TS back in '99
Go try and find another squadron
With our kind of grind
You got the king, you got the chef
You got the Coroner you got the beast
Meyhem Lauren right in your corridor
Killa Sha, Prince, Take-It and the Animal
There's only Science
We eat rappers like a cannibal
Check the manual, wack rap niggas is food
Fuck a Ross, only Rick is Ravishing Rude
I'm from a era where your
Skills got you recognized
Ya'll from an era where
Your favorite rapper testifies
Fraudulent fucks, the game's being twisted up
And don't approach me if you
Ain't nice with your fisticuffs
We beat a artist down, dig his pockets
Split his bucks and that's a threat
So I dare you to try to shit on us
My words capture new York City's fear before
The Taliban disaster self Induced Illness
Floating in my own rapture
My niggas make flips and play
Cakes without a spatula
We gets it in, sample my aura as a indication
I know your story, son
Your soap opera's in syndication
Exposing fraudulence with fact
Your dead off vindication
Hit the bottom first to reach the top
I call it innovation an invasion
Incineration is how we burning 'em
Mean chucking a philosophy book
My voice is learning 'em
Dollar bills never came free
We steady earning 'em
At all costs, we all floss
Your team lost, I'm so boss
At least my own, release my chrome
Get blown into a different zone
X'd out and wonder Y like a male chromosome
(What)
I hold my own and my squad's well known
Don't make a nigga hand deliver
Punishment to your dome it's all!
My mind ready like Ray Lewis
Jumping out the gray Buick
Twisted ankles never stop us
Cause we play through it
I spit that shit that make
Jordan jumper a sure shot
Same shit to make 'em build a wooden
Room up in a whore spot
Right out the sewer, deadly with maneuver
Got the power of a rhino
And I'm agile as a puma
Suede shit be the basic
Empty clips and then replace it
Cause the verbal 47 chopping
Pussies get erase-d off the map
My silhouette, it got the hookers crazy
Poking holes up in the condom
Trying to trap me with a baby
But I keep 'em dreaming, that's for the semen
They keep on fiending
Cause nowadays it's just Brain
Just call me Bobby Heenan
I'm Marley steaming
Lace the swordfish with the garlic cream and
The lemon basil caper dil
Play the street for real
Cream de Ville is what I used to sport
The Yiddish lawyer with a yarmi
How this muthafucka do in court
Peugeot Sport was purchased by
My father first, man
Shift with the left hand
Back then he was a Mets fan to be specific
I'm horizontal once the trees are twisted
Absorb the essence cause it changes
With the seeds sifted
You muthafuckas ain't telling me nothing
We pack the power of a Roman candle
Outdoorsmen animal
So catch us on the nature channel
Rare species, mush you in the face with feces
This is HBO rap, not regular TV
I be the type to make
Your wifey hand you papers
And say ya'll splitting up
Because my semen is her favorite flavor
Vanilla ice cream
Baskin Robbins got nothing on me
I'm in the hooker house with Bronson
Bitches sucking on me
Free of charge, we at large
"Love Me In a Special Way" like El DeBarge
Big time like Vinny Chase in Entourage
My team's the hardest, we like TS back in '99
Go try and find another squadron
With our kind of grind
You got the king, you got the chef
You got the Coroner you got the beast
Meyhem Lauren right in your corridor
Killa Sha, Prince, Take-It and the Animal
There's only Science
We eat rappers like a cannibal
Check the manual, wack rap niggas is food
Fuck a Ross, only Rick is Ravishing Rude
I'm from a era where your
Skills got you recognized
Ya'll from an era where
Your favorite rapper testifies
Fraudulent fucks, the game's being twisted up
And don't approach me if you
Ain't nice with your fisticuffs
We beat a artist down, dig his pockets
Split his bucks and that's a threat
So I dare you to try to shit on us