Mr SongWriter

Yo, this is Action Bronsonelli in the place to be

Peace to the ultimate warrior posted up in Astoria

Bronsolini is the name and when I rhyme its euphoria

To the death of me, motherfuckers seeking that serum

I got the recipe, soft shell crabs right out the Chesapeake

The devil's basil laying lovely in the plastic jar

Open it up from the aroma almost crashed that car

New York livin', linen shorts we too horse driven

And when we sitting down to dine at least there's two course swimming

Probably calamari, my young shooter I call him Gallinari

Still serve the Knicks, nibbles of parmigiani

Hand-craft the cheeses, aged inside the cave to thaw

Off to my tailor alterations for my days in court

Come to the park with my jump shot, got five bets

I'm on price, deadly in the clutch with the precision of a shark bite

After that we split the paper up and spark the pepper flakes

Flying to the heights, Dominican buffet for pepper steaks

You know its Queensbridge you hear the flavour of my music

My brother Lonny manoeuvre huggin' knotties in the Buick, fluid

Close-knit, no shit just like a herringbone

And laid over the sweater of many brothers of [?]

My aura glistening, my shit's official in

And for my platter's three stars, the book of Michelin

Study Ju-Jitsu in, closets of crystalline

I'm known to rock the green ballys straight out of switzerland, Peace

My facial hair better than Tom Selleck, smoke the bomb tree

Under the palm tree, accent mimicking Connery

Pardon me lady, slow roasted animal smothered in gravy

Flow like the navy, you play me, then you snoring with daisy

Bronsolinio, the motherfucking number one rap singer

The number one rap singer in the universe

Cause I'm the master of the universe, call me He-Man

Mister songwriter, Bronsolini, Bronsolinio

Bronsonolski, Action Bronstein, George Bronstein

Action Castanza

Yo it's Action Bronson