Double Impact Action Bronson (Ft. Starvin B)

Ayo, as we smoke in a Beamer, the angel eye lights in the lenses
The .44 caliber killer, rappers are defenseless
I'm hearing voices in my mind, they keep repeating
'87 style, get the money like I'm Michael Keaton
Bizarre rap, call me commandant [?], Jack
Origami a cigar into a small black

Ayo, what the fuck?
You see me in the street, I rock a short set, roll a quartet
I play the doorstep, Rambo inside the Gore-tex
Moon covered by the half a cloud, make a bastard wild
Chasing numbers more than [?]
[?] a bit loose allow the mind to circulate
I'll merk a Jake cause we were fathered by the Purple Tape
Burn a blank cause I'm Queens affiliated
Delegator for rough raps heavily celebrated
You see the mane on my face it spell struggle
Jail juggle, catch a case watch the bail double
Eleven drugs [?] Tallahassee [?]
Now we stunt kicks, lemon on the Lungfish
Artisan bread, half-moon parts in our head
Fila the shoe, deadly like a fart in a bed
Fila Velour, sour in a plastic bag
Classic swag, lay a coward in a casket bad

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