Body Language

[Intro: Action Bronson]

Yeah

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

Hey yo

It's the aggressor with the nickle plated pressure

Hit you hard like London Fletcher, leave you sleeping on the stretcher

Action Osama ain't the one to play games with

Ain't shit changed dick, I'm still the same with the same click, prick

Cross your legs when you sit down in the chair

My nuts are there, rape your mother live in despair

We'll take the candy out your daughters mouth

Order up a porterhouse, smoke a quarter ounce

Cores at the Norvin House, corner standing below three

Frozen cheeks, frozen feet

Niggas holding heat cause its a cold street

Heavy bearded blowing blunts the face, roll another blunt to chase

Roasted perfection perfectly done to taste

Old and new it's Nike zooted like a lunar flight

Been blowing Buddha right, I never eat the tuna, sike

Both fists are gloved up, you dumb fuck

Get left in dump trucks, when I commence the duck hunt

Two o'clock you hear the cannon pop, right outside the Spanish spot

Converted the drug den we call the cannon spot

Grab the money out the safe, shoot him in the waist

Just a little taste, before I finish off his face

Sports drop lightly breaded like a pork chop

Drug and gems, money stashed it in the floor spot

Barry Bronson shooting juice before the Mitchell Report

Never snitching in court, we blitzing the fort

All my niggas pitching for sport

Putting up Clemen numbers, four bitches shit in the bag

And now there's seven Hummers

[Verse 2: Science]

Hey yo a fantasy crazy the form it is

Of a supreme being that has strange ways of gathering cream

Grade-A stopped of cop blocked hard rocks and

Get knocked by undercover narcs in the park after dark

Oil dripping, tire spinning free will showing that crime sells

Doing big deals with krills, eating high-priced meals

We still dipping police, flipping hashish

Causing moms great grief, when you hit them streets

Cause we have precise understanding of dismantling

Words you planning, you start to scrambling

Put your life to gambling, the black heart nigga

Who start shit no babe? departed

I know more than one word besides arson

I got intensity with my history

Blaze, haze more than the sun rays

Glow more the MICer with the Jerry-curl glaze

My passion is right there with fashion

I feel a fever

That's why I'm reaching like a baby that was teething

Saying it's time for me to start the eating

Science is teaching

You preaching prophecies of an untold road

That finally unfold that behold the truth of the real foes

ID's were known

My pat is on they toes

Shot fired, police scatter like crows

Full-body blow

React like a high women terrain like it's Halo

Blunts burn slow, I put pieces together like it's Lego

Before you say go, six niggas hit the floor like "Yeyo!"

Dry up and crumble like it's Play-Doh

Because I say so

Rest in peace 357

My baby, I love her