Action Bronson - Industry Shakedown Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yo, yo, my man Troy, he used to jump over his own foot Jump into a spin and give a grin that left them hoes shook At that time, my jeans were baggy with the hoody Back on Main Street, the maxi-single, copped it at the Goody Up in the room, writing graffiti for hours Dreams of being in a tower with Nia Long in the shower s**ing my dicky like a pacifer Now it's 2009, p**y, so pa** the fire They get the ba*tard higher 5'6", 260, I'm a destroyer Got it with cla**, Dali paintings inside the foyer To keep it all kosher, I'm strictly Jewish on the lawyer When it comes to my freedom, I can't trust it to a goyim Yo, I can't leave it up to a goyim [Verse 2: Solace] Yo, yo, Bermuda Triangle beat black out Black Hole flow deep, can't see back out So once you in, you in n***as speaking clout or reroute And keep your heaters out the pouch Once you see what we're about No doubt The organs make a n***a feel it in his organ Honor the slogan saying we're never gonna soften Single momma's put into the coffin kind of often Conducting business dirty, then turn you into an orphan It's simple as that, detonate your own system The accurate aim, contacts it won't miss him The poem shift him off his feet But the chrome lift him For talking out the side of their mouth like a stroke victim And four fifth him And bounce with the knot up in the sock And trade your four chrome rims for four cinder blocks The mic maestro, precise knife flow Why debate? Just bite the bait, n***a You might strike gold n***a, what [Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren] I run with old school New York shooters like Greg Anthony Second hand gun smoke can't cancer me It's all good then I'mma keep the same friends Cla**ic timepiece, hopping out a strange Benz With dame, duckets, yeah, young cool mill Stacks copped the salmon skin, silver DeVille My mind's sick but my dress code's ill Sneakers got AIDS, they need more than a pill Self employed, shirts have Typhoid Beefs annoy, don't get destroyed (what!) By this New York menace co*k Glocks, pop shots, turn your face to a blemish I does this, once a back block apprentice My work will numb a n***a's mouth like a dentist Go and ask OG's how we rock My rhymes come back, I don't re-rock He hot, correct, if it's Meyhem Lauren Flow like a 9, work like a 10 Shoe size a 12, main chick a 8 Side b**h a 7 but her p**y is great Get it straight, outsmart you and stomp you Intelligent ape I'm a G you're a fake like a planned mistake Lobster claw in my paw, other hand on steak Polo Blue, Hennessy, yeah you smell me My gun game's meaner than Leona Helmsley Rhymes are crimes, 9's, AK's An unused tech in the box that just sprays .38's more special than Mavado Medallion money, we call that helado If my ? special, my .44 is like a brand new king conquistador Mutha, yo, yo, ayo [Verse 4: Action Bronson] 700 dollar bottle of that Montrachet Far and away, extraordinary bar display Gil Grissom, look beyond the Solar System Draw it all into a square until you find what's missing Take your time cause patience is your best friend Simmering at the importance of it sets in Prep your area, sterilize your work tools Foul living, never seen up on the church stools I'm still sporting my shorts until the dead of winter The charismatic, the dope addict, The Shredder, Splinter Roll the magic, feeling like I'm cuffed in the water How the f** I manage, roll in the quarter, slaughter Many cattle, many times for pleasure Modeling the skin while I'm searching for the treasure Keep astute, sink your body deep into the coupe Or they'll soon to find you asleep in that suit Shoot, the Big Dipper The golden candy Caddy tipper Close my eyes Back in time trying to murder Hitler My mind and rhymes aligned with the solar signs Dinosaurs being, something, barrels holding wine Layers of cake, fiends up in Okeechobee Lake Freshwater pike be on a player plate