Action Bronson - The Illest lyrics

[Verse 1: Solace] The undisputed Yo, higher learning The tires burning n***as is rapidly swerving A face looked familiar But had to be certain I popped a u-ey then I merged in Matter was urgent A dirty merchant, made him bleed like a virgin Sent to the surgeon Searching for them green berets Trying to blow my dome off Thrown off by decoys who dropped the maricon off My Soviet n***as is ready for the Cold War Machete you to confetti And blow your brain to cole slaw A roll call for my n***as that were nearly grazed And for them early graves by them dudes that really blazed And sing to your face with metal blades, serenades I told you to look over your shoulder like Willie Mays I come from where it's easiest to find anguish Don't say a word Speak with our hands like sign language Divine language embedded into the rhyme patterns So praise the savior that's saving you from the mind damage And, oh well, the d**'ll sure to sell But if you short a sale They bout to pop you with the coppertop like Duracell And all the swell kids that dropped out from outreach Triple jab your cheek Crack your teeth through the mouthpiece These foul streets, meet your fate when the Tec releases You'll be aight if you ain't playing chess with checker pieces My n***a check the thesis [Hook: Action Bronson & Solace] For hookers selling p**y that'll never see a dime And snitch n***as singing to the cops, dropping lies For piggies asking questions but my people turn to mimes And verbal motion picture, cinematic with the rhymes For yen up in the envelope, purple in the dutch And bare knuckle boxing, sneaking weapons in the fight For clutches being popped and dipping boys up on a bike This the illest sh** you heard in your life [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Yo, ayo Kinetic mind tricks Live sh** that power ships Thought to message to the finger, lay the coward stiff Foul kiss, ba*tard open bowel sh** Bleeding like Christina when I laid her on the towel sh** Sport the Filas, low cream, red and blue Long jackets, smoking salad out the Jetta new Whoever knew, we make it singing rap songs From standing in a circle spitting verbal like a Mac strong Went from a center for teens, to smoking sour like a surgeon Swerving in the tunnel on the way to Queens Knife in the Hansen, cloth over the phone for the ransom Flow like a phantom b**hes give me box cause I'm handsome Roll down the window Exhale, see flashing lights move Dip the Babylon like a skater on the ice move Alex Ovechkin 740, heavy flexing Dirty Harriet on the body with the cherry Stetson No not the Western Hailing from the Eastern seaboard That's word to me, you couldn't even see lord Behind my eyes there lies a rugged man Denominations in millions Wrapped up in rubber band Die with the gun in hand Bronsonelli serve up a baby lamb smorgasbord Big bosses, you peep the portraits in the corridor Toke off a chalice Switch to herbal ventilation Misplacing families and sh** through verbal devastation