Action Bronson & Statik Selektah – 'Not Enough Words'

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Action Bronson & Statik Selektah – ‘Not Enough Words’

From the album “Well Done” on DCide Records.

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Video directed by Tom Gould & Alexander Richter.

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  1. Statik Selektah
    Playing through the broken ankles, man
    Never sit down, cause I'ma stand up
    Yo book a ticket to the tropics cause I’m through with all the shit
    That I'm living every day, in the mirror saying why me?
    Hide my eyes cause I'm sickened with the image
    Abusing marijuana, sipping vintage for the time being
    My skills set is very serious, in fact
    Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the cow's back
    Throw it on the grill, I'm cooking in the stew
    Same shit that's on the grill gave me leather for the boot
    If they make me take the stand then I'm lying through my teeth though
    Ask to swear to God but in that I don't believe though
    My man Stevie Mo playing safety for Toledo
    Hustle 'til my fingers staying cheesy like a cheeto
    Shorty on the bed pleasuring my pee pee
    Smart crew TCN, lyrical graffiti
    Drug roll precise, like a hooker with the dice
    Butcher with the knife, you get tooken for your life
    So much to say it's so little time and shitty
    Killer Queens the borough, New York be the city
    Coming crazy out your mouth will get your split up like a philly
    Running through the maze like I'm Willie, you gotta feel me
    I’m moving forward cause nothing's gonna be the same
    Eyes blurry from the smoke, I can't see the lane
    Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap
    I'm looking for a problem so I'm modeling the gat
    Somebody save me, cause I don't wanna go to jail
    I'd rather be up in the mansion for the Polo sale
    But I'm here, stuck inside my thoughts
    I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts
    My life is like a movie, Blizzard with the shottie
    Hookah house or Rosie chilling in the lobby
    Yes I'm living gnarly, the 40 ounce of Barley
    Open up cigars and fill 'em with a bunch of Marley
    Double cut porterhouse straight from Luger's
    Ruger for intruders hand to hand made by the duelers
    Ginger ale in Knick's glasses, your style is piss mothafucka
    Time to flip the mattress, kick it swift as Cassius
    My mind is stronger than Mariusz Pudzianows
    Obvious to see I'm a star straight off the couch
    You rapping with a blouse, you get slapped up side the mouth
    By the Zangief look-a-like, Bronson always cooking right
    Spray the vinegar to tighten up a yummy
    Smoking got me squinting like the sky is high and sunny
    Attachment on the nozzle make the iron fire funny
    Never stop until my body diving in a pile of money
    I’m moving forward cause nothing's gonna be the same
    Eyes blurry from the smoke, I can't see the lane
    Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap
    I'm looking for a problem so I'm modeling the gat
    Somebody save me, cause I don't wanna go to jail
    I'd rather be up in the mansion for the Polo sale
    But I'm here, stuck inside my thoughts
    I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts
    I'm already smoking like a gunshot
    You know the fuzzy light green, call it Dunlop, flow nun's twat
    Many hours, one man standing, one spot
    From the morning to the mothafuckin' sun drop
    Cause I'm one with the Earth, eyes red
    Mothafucka I've been blunted since birth, age 9
    Mom dukes kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair spray
    Fuck tomorrow, money coming in the fast way
    I’m moving forward cause nothing's gonna be the same
    Eyes blurry from the smoke, I can't see the lane
    Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap
    I'm looking for a problem so I'm modeling the gat
    Somebody save me, cause I don't wanna go to jail
    I'd rather be up in the mansion for the Polo sale
    But I'm here, stuck inside my thoughts
    I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts
    (We never talk there was a time when there wasn't enough words to say)

  2. Bronson is my favorite rapper that ever lived. Fuck who was the best and who’s the best right now it’s all bullshit, if you’re from mother fuckin killer queens, NY this banger hit you right in your fuckin soul

  3. The first time I heard this song it was on my sister I pad …and she took back but I wanted to bang this again so I asked her If can have the I pad she said no but the next day I was banging it

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