Beautiful Music

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

I'm not your normal kind of rap singer

In the building where the subtle scent of crack linger

Fiends smoking off the foil

I only smoke shit from out the soil

Virgin oil, the name Bronson, no Arroyo

Barbecues get thrown with EBT Cards

Land and sea, the air, 3 stars

Till gold plates get made right on arrival

The Amarone got me spinning like a gyro

Take the high road, poppy seeds from Cairo

Aaron Rodgers style: I'm here to take the title

Rock a mask, dawg, 'cause every word is viral

To leave you like a wet noodle, paralyze your spinal

(Smoke this motherfucking weed real quick, hold on

I'mma get back to you in a minute)

[Hook:]

"Darling, let me lay besi—

Darling, let me lay besi—

Darling let me lay beside you

Kiss my burning lips about you"

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Dennis Byrd shit, china doll

Leave your fur split, dig your pockets

Then she'll kill your earth

Even if she's seven days away from giving birth

Ruthless, she'll catch you for your leather and your purse

Lamb roasting over wood-fire, extend the olive branch

Since the 90s I've been rocking hundred-dollar pants

Fifty-dollar drugs linger in my sock

Put the lighter to the plastic, that's the sealant for the top

'Cause we coming from the heights, you know I copped the puro

Tried to put it in the pussy, slid it in the culo

Damn, that's the wrong route

Now I gotta knee her in the stomach so it falls out

Take a deep breath

Ancient knowledge like the crocs up in the Nile

Alabaster tiles in the kitchen cause I'm wyling

Tryna cop a chain that say you styling

Only chain of interest in the water made of islands

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Action Bronson]

Wild world that we living in

I smoke drug got the subtle hint a cinnamon

My mind twisted from the Absinthe

You can thank Flushing for my accent

So much more than rapping

You fucking with the captain

Action Jeter

Salmon on the cedar

You ain't do the job, and then they calling a reliever

Me, Dennis Eckersley

Rhyme flavor like my grandma's book of recipes

I'm 'bout that equity

Large stocks, a palm Glock, bomb box

Long beards, knee draped in sports drop

Loafer pressing on the pedal

Extra heavy doggie cause my leg is made of metal

Often tangle with the devil

Shapeshifter, shaking with strange hands

Bronsolini fresher than Maine clams

Making money every day, it's been the motherfucking game plan

Remain tan during the winter laid in beige sand