Curt Chambers - Falconry lyrics

[Produced by The Alchemist] [Intro: Action Bronson] Yo pa** me the ball fool You better f**in' pick me, ya Straight the f** up, I roof this sh** f**in' 360 on this p**y I don't give a f** I'll kick this motherf**ing ball over the fence No shoes on [Verse 1 : Action Bronson] I know you see me on the TV, lookin' like a hunk of beef When I smile your baby mama sh** her dungarees Somebody get the kid a deal he sound like me But nah, dunny don't get down like me The falcon flies back to the glove when I whistle Don't try to put me in the box like a tissue Cause I push you in the box with a pink suit f** around and have some squid ink soup, b**h (Ah man there's so much f**in' hash in this joint right now son) Uh, you ain't a legend like Yanni I'm so Queens like a Roy Wilkins T-shirt With one arm shredded, and one arm missing Dog, I was born with Allah's vision I learned quick I couldn't follow suit Cause the Devil put the pork inside the dollar soup Now I'm sittin' in first cla** with a hard dick Listenin' to German guitar riffs, what a life I was made like the beginning of Jura**ic Park When they took the f**ing blood from the mosquito with a dope needle Then they shot it in a wild lion, 1983 I popped out holdin' an iron with a visor on Yeah, uh huh Yo, the videos are like a Jewish summer camp promo Your ideas lack Adobo [Verse 2 : Meyhem Lauren] Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks On the low like a whip without shocks I bag b**hes in flocks Representative for everything official Ya'll n***as can't live, so it's officially an issue Waterproof penmanship, padded on a rugby Hammer in the hamper 'case a n***a try to thug me I'm a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival Treat the last record I broke just like a rival Uh, I'm New York before it turned into a bike lane Never had a light fame, split the pipe cane It was written but I wrote it Put religion right on my neck and then I froze it Laurenovitch, yeah [Outro: Big Body Bes] 3:36 in the morning Location: a drug infested area, Brooklyn, New York What am I doing? Standing on an unidentified corner With a Latin individual, corn rows, foamposites; All sorts of a felony in his waist But who are you? She only loves me when I'm naked