Action Bronson - Not Enough Words produced Statik Selektah

Action Bronson is just down right nasty. Spewing nothing worthy of a child's ears his filthy style has that certain shock factor to it. The other day I was told that my writings could be seen as a bit preachy, and I can dig that. I do however recognize talent for what it is and these gutter infused syllables are an ode to the predecessors (Wu-Tang). Bronsolini has some serious skills, so if you're like me and need to acquiesce to his raw raps you'll find yourself pleasantly rewarded. 

Before you dig in for a healthy helping I'd like to break down a couple of his more obscure lines. 

"Running through the maze like I'm Willie" - A nod to Willie Mays and incredible play on words.

"You know the fuzzy light green, call it Dunlop. Flows nuns twat." - His flow is really that tight, just like a nuns twat. 

Lyrics: Action Bronson - Not Enough Words produced by Statik Selektah

[Verse 1]
Book a ticket to the tropics cause I’m through with all the shit
That I’m living every day, in the mirror saying why me?
Hide my eyes cause I’m sicken with the image
Of using marijuana, sipping vintage for the time being
My skills set is very serious, in fact
Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the cow’s back
Throw it on the grill, I’m cooking in the stew
Same shit that’s on the grill gave me leather for the boot
If they make me take the stand then I’m lying through my teeth though
Ask to swear to God but in that I don’t believe though
My man Stevie Mo playing safety for Toledo
Hustle 'til my fingers staying cheesy like a cheeto
Shorty on the bed pleasuring my pee pee
Smart crew TCN, lyrical graffiti
Drug roll precise, like a hooker with the dice
Butcher with the knife, you get tooken for your life
So much to say it’s so little time and shitty
Killer Queens the borough, New York be the city
Coming crazy out your mouth will get your split up like a philly
Running through the maze like I'm Willie, you gotta feel me

[Hook]
I’m moving forward cause nothing’s gonna be the same
Eyes blurry from the smoke, I can’t see the lane
Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap
I’m looking for a problem so I’m modeling the gat
Somebody save me, cause I don’t wanna go to jail
I’d rather be up in the mansion for the polo sale
But I’m here, stuck inside my thoughts
I’m tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts

[Verse 2]
My life is like a movie, Blizzard with the shottie
Hookah house or Rosie chilling in the lobby
Yes I'm living gnarly, the 40 ounce of Barley
Open up cigars and fill them with a bunch of Marley
Double cut porterhouse straight from Luger
Ruger for intruders hand to hand made by the duelers
Ginger ale and mix glasses, your style is piss mothafucka
Time to flip the mattress, kick it swift as Cassius
My mind is stronger than Mariusz Pudzianows
Obvious to see I'm a star straight off the couch
You rapping with a blouse, you get slapped up side the mouth
By the Zangief look-a-like, Bronson always cooking right
Spray the vinegar to tighten up a yummy
Smoking got me squinting like the sky is high and sunny
Attachment on the nozzle make the iron fire funny
Never stop until my body diving in a pile of money

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I’m already smoking like a gunshot
You know the fuzzy light green, call it Dunlop, flow nun's twat
Many hours, one man standing, one spot
From the morning to the mothafucking sun drop
Cause I’m one with the Earth, eyes red
Mothafucka I’ve been blunted since birth, age 9
Mom dukes kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair spray
Fuck tomorrow, money coming in the fast way

[Hook]