Cliff Notes

Bronson lean yo, Statik Selektah Queens to Boston It's all the same Pu-pu-pu-pussyrap (Are we on here?) Dental damn, beaver trap The thrill is gone I'm here to bring the fever back To the streets Hoppin out the big whips Torpedo rhymes Strong enough to sink ships Two-tone grip, brother Mouzone shit Better move on bitch Or else it's on trick I'm en fuego, i ain't even in my zone yet I spit the shit to make your motherfucking dome sweat Queens bred, no packer but a cheesehead Fat ass fucking pussy until she's dead Suede foot, looking like an indian Cuisine Straight from the Caribbean Long jackets, made from an amphibian Bag of money, split with my committee and Break it down, vision on your dollars Dippin' in Impala's, chilling with my scholars Get it? I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit Straight up! I make the music just for you Nothing, noth- no-nothing like an idiot, get it? Get it, ge- ge- Get it? I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit Straight up! I make the music just for you Nothing, noth- no-nothing like an idiot Call me John Bon Journo Hopping out the Volvo, ratchet on the leg Dipping from the po-po Since the youth, I been labeled as a loco I sell it, but i never laced the nasal with the coco Urban hippie, muffle with the green thumb Seven grands of purple to my neck'll leave my feet numb Scoop a bitch, portuguese sweet buns Serve a dick, like an elephant that's 3 tonnes Her pussy whistle, like my father out the window Remind us that it's dinner time, I'm lighting up the indo And when i go inside, i think i might just play Nintendo Call a shorty from the heights to come and play with my colembo Uh! Just let me catch my little breath and shit You won't accept a kid, 'cause your destiny is for deficit Me? You see, I spit like epileptic shit There's two options, either you fear me or you respect a kid Get it? I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit Straight up! I make the music just for you Nothing, noth- no-nothing like an idiot, get it? Get it, ge- ge- Get it? I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit Straight up! I make the music just for you Nothing, noth- no-nothing like an idiot Mind like Watson, fluent in the nuance Van Damme Bronson, alligator shoe on Spin kick to the dick, i'm eating dim-sum Right up in the tearoom, you don't want a rerun Moonstruck, splatter your platoon up Hard times, drugs out the balloon Beauty like a butterfly, flying out cocoon Urban love is central village right by the lagoon, uh! That's my grandfather! Add a little bit of cream of tartar, make the grams harder Now you shorty hold me tighter than a dance partner Pull the viper out the pants on her Honey hit the tune, I let it dance on her Like a gypsy, ers in Poughkeepsie Seven homies with me, everybody smoking fifties Nine-ninety - add two, that's my shoe Reflect light like sunshine in the high noon Get it? I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit Straight up! I make the music just for you Nothing, noth- no-nothing like an idiot, get it? Get it, ge- ge- Get it? I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit Lyrics @yung_eegzz