Double Impact

Action Bronson & Starvin B - Rap, In English
Double Impact
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Ayo, as we smoke in a Beamer, the angel eye lights in the lenses The .44 caliber killer, rappers are defenseless I'm hearing voices in my mind, they keep repeating '87 style, get the money like I'm Michael Keaton Bizarre rap, call me commandant [?], Jack Origami a cigar into a small black Ayo, what the fuck? You see me in the street, I rock a short set, roll a quartet I play the doorstep, Rambo inside the Gore-tex Moon covered by the half a cloud, make a bastard wild Chasing numbers more than [?] [?] a bit loose allow the mind to circulate I'll merk a Jake cause we were fathered by the Purple Tape Burn a blank cause I'm Queens affiliated Delegator for rough raps heavily celebrated You see the mane on my face it spell struggle Jail juggle, catch a case watch the bail double Eleven drugs [?] Tallahassee [?] Now we stunt kicks, lemon on the Lungfish Artisan bread, half-moon parts in our head Fila the shoe, deadly like a fart in a bed Fila Velour, sour in a plastic bag Classic swag, lay a coward in a casket bad [?] (Where you headed Bronson?) Straight to the top nobody stoppin me I spit that prophecy, that ancient Mayan pottery [?] Uh, rise out the bed slide the feet in a slipper Shorty layin naked so I threw my D in her shitter (Did she scream when you hit her, what kinda weed did you give her) I mean that sour every hour, shake the cheese on the fritter My Caesar low down, jacket to the knee, rock a suede shoe Beige stew for them addicts stuck on stage 2 [?] off my dick and started shakin, breakin Doing dance moves [?] Jamaicans [?] Ayo, stroke of genius shit dumping out the Nina clip Lavender and Honeysuckle blowing out the Beamer whip Heavy swervin, my brother on the lean and shit Cruise around the city bag a chicken, semen drip- Like a fiend's nose, marijuana steam prose All these fly shits on our feet, haven't seen those Crime lords with the five swords Get covered up by [?] my platters crafted by Jean-Georges (Where you headed Bronson?) Straight to the top nobody stoppin me I spit that prophecy, that ancient Mayan pottery [?]
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Credits
- Writers
- Action Bronson
- Starvin B