Gateway to Wizardry

[Part I]

[Verse: Action Bronson]

Yeah, good hoodie, shorty got the good pussy

Sniff coke off a crisp hundred

Stay blunted, silk pants, sip France

Chicks dance, I stand in the pimp stance

West coast, laid back feel the breeze

Burnin' trees in diplomas, earn degrees

In the winter, mockneck circle ski

Wanna party, pop that purpley

Oh shit bam bam in the building

Scrape the women, hide the children

Give a bitch rimshot like a Zildjian

Me and Mildred eating like a pilgrim

Huh, yo Tommy Lasorda

Dodge bullets, dive into the water

True lies, diamonds at the porter

Shoot like Terry Porter, pimpin' with your Asian daughter

I'm always ready for a minor bid

Not for long cause I need me some vagina, kid

Tryna catch strange soup in the silk

Well-built with the coupe in the kilt

I need some mouth from a woman

I couldn't get it, so I took it, though I shouldn't

Sick shit like Ferrara with the footage

Stick shift in Ferrari, oh my goodness

Hood bitch, sweatpants, good tits

Fat butt, 97 Acura

Big bitch, make me want to tackle her

Fuck around Urlacher her

Enough of that, I'mma shoot dice, abusin' the wall

'Til I cruise on the shore, barbecues on the four

Mad drugs on the table and I'm doing 'em all

And I'm never gon' fall

[Hook]

Last time we locked eyes, slapped hands with the kid

Now you rambling kid, you should have handled that shit

When you see me motherfucker better handle your biz

Better handle your biz

Last time we locked eyes, slapped hands with the kid

Now you rambling kid, you should have handled that shit

When you see me motherfucker better handle your biz

Better handle your biz

[Part II]

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

Put the flame to his sneakers, I'm a pyro

Barrel revolutions got us spinning like a gyro

The suitcase is filled with filo

Here's a side-note

Fuck around, leave you on the side road

Five stars on the dinner plate

Pardon 'em, see me studded like Cardamom

Play your part cause you don't really want no part of 'em

Take the key out the ignition, shouldn't have started 'em

Joints twisted like a sprained foot

Red beard, big blue eyes, a strange look

It's like I'm chopping down trees

Jump out the chopper on skis, maltese

I'm stunned by the mountains and the sunrise

Stash work in the mattress where your son lies

Enter the casket under dirt and the guns cry

I'm going out blazing, squeezing at the one time

[Verse 2: Styles P]

You ain't a boss, you just playin' boss

Pop him in his head, pray on his corpse

Knee on his neck and his sternum

Askin' for forgiveness, when I'm done I'mma burn him

You dancin' with the demons

I know you see the European leanin'

And the chain and watch gleamin'

And you thinkin' this a dreamin'

Welcome to the nightmare

Blunts, the Delorean

This shit'll travel light-years

But you gon' end up right here

My rap style is impeccable

Standing still in the mirror but seein' my reflection move

Phantom no vehicle, ghost no vehicle

A Ouija board, it ain't weed what the fuck I need it for

And what the fuck you got me heated for

Real cool nigga, show you what the heat is for

Ghost and Bronson, shoot like Bronson

Cook you like Swanson, now look at your conscience