Cliff Notes-Statik Selektah/Action Bronson

Cliff Notes - Action Bronson Get, get, get it? Get, get, get it? Bronson… Statik Selektah Get, get, get it? Get, get, get it? ..it’s all the same! P**sy rap, dental damn beaver trap, That thrill is gone, I’m here to bring the fever back, To the streets, pumping up the big whips. Torpedo rum… the same ships, Two tongue grip, brother moves on sh*t, Better move on chick, or else is all trick, ..even in my zone… I spin the sh*t to make you mother f**ker down sweat, Queen’s red, no pack but a cheese… Fat a** f**king p**sy until she’s dead, Sway foot, looking like an Indian, Cool… straight form the Caribbean. Long jackets, made from an amphibian, ..money, slid with my comedian. Break it down, vision on the Dallas, Deeping in your parlors, chilling with scholars. Chorus: Get it? I am not illiterate, Not, not! Not even a little bit! Straight up, I make the music just for you! Nothing, nothing like an idiot! Get it? I am not illiterate, Not, not! Not even a little bit! Straight up, I make the music just for you! Nothing, nothing like an idiot! Call me John Bon… popping out the Volvo, Retched on the leg, dipping for the po-po! Sissy, you found a label as a loco, I’m sorry, but I never used to.. with the coco! Urban hippie, muffle with the green thumbs, Seven grans a purple ‘till my neck will leave my feet on them. Super b**ch, Portuguese, sweet… Suck a dick like an elephant.. three tones. My p**sy whistle like my father … the window, .. I’m lighting up the indoor And when I go inside I think I might just play Nintendo, Call a Shwaty from my high and …play with my… Ah, just let me catch my little breath as she won’t accept the kick Cause your destiny is for… Me, you see I spin like epileptic sh*t, …you fear me or you respect the kid. Chorus: Get it? I am not illiterate, Not, not! Not even a little bit! Straight up, I make the music just for you! Nothing, nothing like an idiot! Get it? I am not illiterate, Not, not! Not even a little bit! Straight up, I make the music just for you! Nothing, nothing like an idiot! Mind like Watson, flowing in the new… Van Dame… Alligator… Spin kick to the dick… Right up in the tea room, You don’t want to rerun! …hard times, drug out the balloon, Beauty like a butterfly, flying… cocoon, Urban love and central village right by the lagoon. That’s my grandfather, add a little cream… Make the.. harder. Now you Shawty hold me tighter than the dance partner, Put a viper around my pants, So when the honey hit the tune I’ll let her dance on it! Like a gypsy, hookers in… ..everybody is smoking fifties. Nine ninety eighty two that’s my shoot, Reflect like high sun shining in the hot noon! Chorus: Get it? I am not illiterate, Not, not! Not even a little bit! Straight up, I make the music just for you! Nothing, nothing like an idiot!