Action Bronson - Ray Lewis lyrics

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] Respect the fly sh**, glorious stature My words capture New York City's fear before the Taliban disaster Self Induced Illness, floating in my own rapture My n***as make flips and play cakes without a spatula We gets it in, sample my aura as a indication I know your story, son, your soap opera's in syndication Exposing fraudulence with fact, your dead off vindication Hit the bottom first to reach the top I call it innovation An invasion, incineration is how we burning 'em Mean chucking a philosophy book My voice is learning 'em Dollar bills never came free We steady earning 'em At all costs, we all floss Your team lost, I'm so boss At least my own, release my chrome Get blown into a different zone X'd out and wonder Y like a male chromosome (What!) I hold my own and my squad's well known Don't make a n***a hand deliver punishment to your dome It's all! [Verse 2: Action Bronson] My mind ready like Ray Lewis Jumping out the gray Buick Twisted ankles never stop us Cause we play through it I spit that sh** that make Jordan jumper a sure shot Same sh** to make 'em build a wooden room up in a who*e spot Right out the sewer, deadly with maneuver Got the power of a rhino And I'm agile as a puma Suede sh** be the basic Empty clips and then replace it Cause the verbal .47 chopping pussies get erase-d Off the map My silhouette, it got the hookers crazy Poking holes up in the condom Trying to trap me with a baby But I keep 'em dreaming, that's for the semen They keep on fiending Cause nowadays it's just Brain, just call me Bobby Heenan I'm Marley steaming Lace the swordfish with the garlic cream and The lemon basil caper dil, play the street for real Cream de Ville is what I used to sport The Yiddish lawyer with a yarmi, how this muthaf**a do in court Peugeot Sport was purchased by my father first, man Shift with the left hand, back then he was a Mets fan To be specific, I'm horizontal once the trees are twisted Absorb the essence cause it changes with the seeds sifted [Verse 3: AG Da Coroner] You muthaf**as ain't telling me nothing We pack the power of a Roman candle Outdoorsmen animal, so catch us on the nature channel Rare species, mush you in the face with feces This is HBO rap, not regular TV I be the type to make your wifey hand you papers And say ya'll splitting up Because my semen is her favorite flavor Vanilla ice cream, Baskin Robbins got nothing on me I'm in the hooker house with Bronson b**hes s**ing on me Free of charge, we at large "Love Me In a Special Way" like El DeBarge Big time like Vinny Chase in Entourage My team's the hardest, we like TS back in '99 Go try and find another squadron with our kind of grind You got the king, you got the chef, you got the Coroner You got the beast, Meyhem Lauren right in your corridor k**a Sha, Prince, Take-It and the Animal There's only Science, we eat rappers like a cannibal Check the manual, wack rap n***as is food f** a Ross, only Rick is Ravishing Rude I'm from a era where your sk**s got you recognized Ya'll from an era where your favorite rapper testifies Fraudulent f**s, the game's being twisted up And don't approach me if you ain't nice with your fisticuffs We beat a artist down, dig his pockets, split his bucks And that's a threat, so I dare you to try to sh** on us