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Artiste : Action Bronson
Titre : Falconry
Yo pass me the ball fool
You better fuckin´ pick me, ya
Straight the fuck up, I roof this shit
Fuckin´ 360 on this pussy
I don´t give a fuck

I´ll kick this motherfucking ball over the fence
No shoes on

[Action Bronson:]
I know you see me on the TV, lookin´ like a hunk of beef
When I smell your baby mama´s shit dungarees
Somebody get the kid a deal he sound like me
But nah, dunny don´t get down like me
The falcon flies back to the glove when I whistle
Don´t try to put me in the box like a tissue
Cause I push you in the box with a pink suit
Fuck around and have some squid ink soup, bitch
(Ah man there´s so much fuckin´ hash in this joint right now son
[Uh, you ain´t a legend like Gianni
I´m so Queens like a Roy Wilker´s T-shirt
With one arm shredded, and one arm missing

Dog, I was born with a lost vision
I learned quick I couldn´t follow suit
Cause the Devil put the pork inside the dollar soup
Now I´m sittin´ in first class with a hard dick
Listenin´ to German guitar riffs, what a life
I was made like the beginning of Jurassic Park
When they took the fucking bluff on the mosquito with a dope needle
Then they shot it in a wild lie in 1983
I popped out holdin´ an iron with a visor on
Yeah, uh huh
Yo, the videos are like a Jewish summer camp promo
Your ideas lack of dope, woah

[Meyhem Lauren:]
Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks

On the low like a whip without shocks
I bag bitches in flocks
Representative for everything official
Ya´ll niggas can´t live, so it´s officially an issue
Quarter proof [?] shit, padded on a rugby
Hammerin´ the hamper ´case a nigga try to thug me
I´m a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival
Treat the last record I broke just like a rival
Uh, I´m New York before it turned into a bike lane
Never had a light fame, split the pipe cane
It was written but I wrote it
Put religion right on my neck and then I froze it
Laurenovitch, yeah

3:36 in the morning
Location: a drug infested area, Brooklyn, New York

What am I doing? Standing on an unidentified corner
With a Latin individual, corn rows, foam posits
All sorts of a felony in his waste
But who are you? She only loves me when I´m naked