Released on January 5, 2011

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[Intro: Ring announcer]

Ladies and gentlemen

Coming to the ring

At a whopping 273 pounds

Standing at 5'7 3 quarters and a half

Out of Flushing, Queens

It's.....


[Verse: Action Bronson]

Fly in the winter like a flock of birdies, I never rocked a derby

You see the polo, U.S.A. right on the hockey jersey

Every step that I take mimicking no man

Precision flow man, motherfucker get with the program

Compare the lord to no man, moves I never fake em

Aura like Wagyu beef, you just a Steak-Umm

Paired with shiraz for the taste to serve at table side

My lyric through the vocal take my palette on a flavour ride

It's obvious I'm gonna do it, right outta Flushing

Percussion gushing after the session right to the luncheon

On my Scandinavian shit, serve up a puffin

Find a shorty, gargle her mouth and stuff her muffin

Duffin many blunts to the neck, what you expect?

I'm a vet show the respect, same shit your father get

Very humble, Jim Brown, never fumble

Know the purple in season and well then I'll take a bundle

We in the street like a hooker's feet

I'm known for cooking meat, cooking beats

And wildin' like I'm Booker T

Bronsolini walking like a cowboy

Sharp at the feet steel and got the alloy

Straight outta New York the bad liuetenient, Bronsolini

Team leathered down, the angel I like's in the pini

You oughta see me, uptown coppin' the chimi

Puffin the pudo, fuckin' some culo, Bronson the chulo

Jaws of white shark ready for the swimmin'

Haze and linen with razor vision make the blade decision

Peep the beeper, Lonnie do the street procedure

Legendary shit for how my brother heat the beaker

Exquisite beard lined up, that's for the ladies

Plus I'm bout to be in Turkey G'd up riding Mercedes

Know Hugginatti keep the ceaser wavy, Bronsolini with the seasoned gravy

Just add the cheese for flavi

Straight to the table cause it's best when I'm hot

Play me funny kick your nuts until your testicles pop

Exhale the doja, when it's full moon I lose composure

Lesson 1: cuddle your son. Brought to a closure

Dabble in truffles, Sauvignon blanc simmered in mussels

Nothing ever ripped from my neck during a tussle

A bolo young I'm Lecter with the muzzle

Injector of the deck I place the sectors in the puzzle