Fresh from a trip down to Miami, breakout MC Action Bronson is quick with t… Read Full Bio ↴Fresh from a trip down to Miami, breakout MC Action Bronson is quick with the cuisine jokes: despite sampling a few burgers and wines at the Food Network's South Beach Wine and Food Festival, the classically trained former chef maintains his signature version would've trumped all. "The Bronson Burger could've easily won any category at that place," he proclaims, casually asserting his culinary confidence.
Combining gut-busting humor, complex lyrical food references, and a vast understanding of street culture, Action Bronson carved out his own lane last year with undeniable mic skills and gregariously offbeat charisma. After self-releasing acclaimed debut "Dr. Lecter" and a well-received collaborative album with producer Statik Selectah ("Well-Done," on DCide), Bronson's latest effort, "Blue Chips," finds the Queens native teaming with Fool's Good Records producer Party Supplies and sneaker brand Reebok for an off-the-cuff free mixtape.
Much like Bronson's endless punch lines, "Blue Chips," out today (March 12) on Complex.com, took shape in an easygoing studio atmosphere. "The original thing I wanted to call it was '5 Minute Beats and 1 Take Raps' [because] that's pretty much all it really was," Bronson reveals. "It was all on the fly shit," agrees Party Supplies. "It wasn't thought out."
Most of "Blue Chips" was made in Party Supplies' home studio in Brooklyn over YouTube sample digging, grub from local chicken joint Pies 'n' Thighs, and obligatory smoke sessions.
Action Bronson + Party Supplies, "Blue Chips"
"I jumped on YouTube, found some weird obscure sample -- basically started looping it on the drum machine and [Bronson] wrote some shit," Party Supplies says of the recording. "It's digging in the crates," Bronson adds. " is digging nonetheless. It's still hard to find [the gems]."
The spontaneous environment spurred some choice moments of carefree collaboration. "Party Supplies helped me out on a rhyme, on the song 'Blue Chips,'" laughs Bronson. "He actually was saying things to me and I was turning them into rap."
That open-minded attitude attracted Reebok, leading it to fund the project and sponsor the release. "They're very progressive. They're both two different people, both very creative," says Reebok head of entertainment for global Matt Pantoja, a hip-hop fan and friend of managers Dante Ross (Bronson) and Peter Oasis (Party Supplies). "Everybody's talking about bringing New York back and all these things, and I felt like this was something that was going to create that kind of energy and get people psyched on the project."
For both artists, the Reebok deal was a chance to pair with one of their favorite brands. "Reebok introduced the idea to us, we were into it, and we love Reebok. [They're] such a classic company," Party Supplies says. "I grew up wearing them shits," affirms Bronson. "I wear the Kamakazi and I still have a lot of old school Reeboks today: the Pumps, the Michael Chang's, the Shaq's."
Combining gut-busting humor, complex lyrical food references, and a vast understanding of street culture, Action Bronson carved out his own lane last year with undeniable mic skills and gregariously offbeat charisma. After self-releasing acclaimed debut "Dr. Lecter" and a well-received collaborative album with producer Statik Selectah ("Well-Done," on DCide), Bronson's latest effort, "Blue Chips," finds the Queens native teaming with Fool's Good Records producer Party Supplies and sneaker brand Reebok for an off-the-cuff free mixtape.
Much like Bronson's endless punch lines, "Blue Chips," out today (March 12) on Complex.com, took shape in an easygoing studio atmosphere. "The original thing I wanted to call it was '5 Minute Beats and 1 Take Raps' [because] that's pretty much all it really was," Bronson reveals. "It was all on the fly shit," agrees Party Supplies. "It wasn't thought out."
Most of "Blue Chips" was made in Party Supplies' home studio in Brooklyn over YouTube sample digging, grub from local chicken joint Pies 'n' Thighs, and obligatory smoke sessions.
Action Bronson + Party Supplies, "Blue Chips"
"I jumped on YouTube, found some weird obscure sample -- basically started looping it on the drum machine and [Bronson] wrote some shit," Party Supplies says of the recording. "It's digging in the crates," Bronson adds. " is digging nonetheless. It's still hard to find [the gems]."
The spontaneous environment spurred some choice moments of carefree collaboration. "Party Supplies helped me out on a rhyme, on the song 'Blue Chips,'" laughs Bronson. "He actually was saying things to me and I was turning them into rap."
That open-minded attitude attracted Reebok, leading it to fund the project and sponsor the release. "They're very progressive. They're both two different people, both very creative," says Reebok head of entertainment for global Matt Pantoja, a hip-hop fan and friend of managers Dante Ross (Bronson) and Peter Oasis (Party Supplies). "Everybody's talking about bringing New York back and all these things, and I felt like this was something that was going to create that kind of energy and get people psyched on the project."
For both artists, the Reebok deal was a chance to pair with one of their favorite brands. "Reebok introduced the idea to us, we were into it, and we love Reebok. [They're] such a classic company," Party Supplies says. "I grew up wearing them shits," affirms Bronson. "I wear the Kamakazi and I still have a lot of old school Reeboks today: the Pumps, the Michael Chang's, the Shaq's."
9.24.13
Action Bronson & Party Supplies Lyrics
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Uh waxy
Smoking that Barbara Walters wax
Same fucking outfit twenty days in a
Row I don’t give a shit
You only came around ‘cause you thought
I had some money for you
You got it fucked up that’s for the kids
And If there’s anything left I’ll cop a crib
And If there’s anything left after
That I’ll cop a six
How you think I got the art
Displayed on the dinner plates?
First course was from the Finger Lakes
Last course cinnamon ginger cake
She gave me head during the Laker game
I got her tatted, trying to erase her name
No, I caught her cheating
Her pussy didn’t feel the same
She was probably with one of the Broncos
Or LeBron so I blew her car up
Soon as she try to start it up, nah
I can’t talk about that though
Your chance is thin like the
Moustache of Puerto Ricans
Shooting guns with my daughter on the weekend
Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd
Stashed under the sole of the sneaker laughs
Fuck fuck man
Stashed under the sole of the sneaker
Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd uh
Told the driver Lenny swing me by the
Garden I gotta talk to Pat
Hit him with stacks
Showed him the gat like ‘you gonna
Miss the finger roll right’ fuck
I Told the driver Lenny swing me by
The garden I gotta talk to Pat
Showed him some stacks
Then showed him the gat like ‘you're
Gonna miss the finger roll right?’
Yes Mr baklava
Then I cartwheeled into a aqua car
Trails into laughter shit!
Its too crazy right? Yo
Its just fucking nuts
We just talking crazy at this point
I told the driver Lenny swing me by
The garden I gotta talk to Pat
Showed him some stacks
Then showed him the gat like ‘you're
Gonna miss the finger roll right?’
Yes, Mr baklava
Then I cartwheeled into and aqua car
Now I’m, sliding
Ma, your boy has made it, no more crying
The facial reminiscent of a lion
Fuck around I’ll send you back to zion
And I ain't even trying
Swing the wood wheel like lumberjacks
I remember back when they wouldn’t spend
A stack on my rap
Now they want to wipe my ass
In the crack after I shat
And I just had corn beef hash ew
Yeah it’s me
Motherfucking Big Body
I’m back for the fucking sequel, man
You know I had come and to
Spice this shit the fuck up
Mr fuckin Sazon himself
I’m over here fucking wiling
A lot of shit done motherfucking changed now
Motherfuckers done came up
Whole lot of different motherfucking
Moves are being made
You know what time it motherfucking is
So my lifestyle done changed a little bit
All types of shit
The motherfucking crib is renovated, man
All types of fly shit
I got the new fucking marble floor, man
That shit is imported
We just flew that shit in from Connecticut
Motherfuckers is out here
Spinning stupid shit but you know me, man
Same motherfucking body
I’m out here wiling like I never changed man
This the same motherfucker you know me, man
’98, doing stick-ups with the screw-driver
It’s me man
The last car on the fucking A train man
I fucking live this shit done came up
Pockets was always swole
Sometimes a little low but I
Get them back up, man
Fill them up like the fucking gas tank
God, man psssht
Shout-outs to my fucking brother
Man, Action Bronson, man
We out here, man
We motherfucking out here, man
Not enough to say, man
But a motherfucking few more things
That’s what to say
Shit is fucking crazy, man
I’m out here smoking good, man
Fucking pocket, fucking stupid
Fucking blunt pack with that up-town piff
Shouts to all my motherfucking Dominicans
Out there in the Heights
All of that, 172, 174 wiling
You already know, man
Nah, I don’t even want a motherfucking ounce
B give me motherfucking 40 dimes
That’s how I want it in a brown fucking bag
Yeah, tato Papi, that’s how we
Doing it, big fucking style, man
And I want that Chimi sauce dripping
All over my fucking arm
That’s how I do it, man
Wipe it with the fucking hundred dollar bill
I’m out here wiling man
My name Big Fucking Body
Shouts to motherfucking Albania
Shouts to East New York shouts to Lindenwood
Shouts to motherfucking Flushing
Shouts to the motherfucking Bronx, man
All fucking day I’m out here wiling, man
Eagles up
Smoking that Barbara Walters wax
Same fucking outfit twenty days in a
Row I don’t give a shit
You only came around ‘cause you thought
I had some money for you
You got it fucked up that’s for the kids
And If there’s anything left after
That I’ll cop a six
How you think I got the art
Displayed on the dinner plates?
First course was from the Finger Lakes
Last course cinnamon ginger cake
She gave me head during the Laker game
I got her tatted, trying to erase her name
No, I caught her cheating
Her pussy didn’t feel the same
She was probably with one of the Broncos
Or LeBron so I blew her car up
Soon as she try to start it up, nah
I can’t talk about that though
Your chance is thin like the
Moustache of Puerto Ricans
Shooting guns with my daughter on the weekend
Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd
Stashed under the sole of the sneaker laughs
Fuck fuck man
Stashed under the sole of the sneaker
Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd uh
Told the driver Lenny swing me by the
Garden I gotta talk to Pat
Hit him with stacks
Showed him the gat like ‘you gonna
Miss the finger roll right’ fuck
I Told the driver Lenny swing me by
The garden I gotta talk to Pat
Showed him some stacks
Then showed him the gat like ‘you're
Gonna miss the finger roll right?’
Yes Mr baklava
Then I cartwheeled into a aqua car
Trails into laughter shit!
Its too crazy right? Yo
Its just fucking nuts
We just talking crazy at this point
I told the driver Lenny swing me by
The garden I gotta talk to Pat
Showed him some stacks
Then showed him the gat like ‘you're
Gonna miss the finger roll right?’
Yes, Mr baklava
Then I cartwheeled into and aqua car
Now I’m, sliding
Ma, your boy has made it, no more crying
The facial reminiscent of a lion
Fuck around I’ll send you back to zion
And I ain't even trying
Swing the wood wheel like lumberjacks
I remember back when they wouldn’t spend
A stack on my rap
Now they want to wipe my ass
In the crack after I shat
And I just had corn beef hash ew
Yeah it’s me
Motherfucking Big Body
I’m back for the fucking sequel, man
You know I had come and to
Spice this shit the fuck up
Mr fuckin Sazon himself
I’m over here fucking wiling
A lot of shit done motherfucking changed now
Motherfuckers done came up
Whole lot of different motherfucking
Moves are being made
You know what time it motherfucking is
So my lifestyle done changed a little bit
All types of shit
The motherfucking crib is renovated, man
All types of fly shit
I got the new fucking marble floor, man
That shit is imported
We just flew that shit in from Connecticut
Motherfuckers is out here
Spinning stupid shit but you know me, man
Same motherfucking body
I’m out here wiling like I never changed man
This the same motherfucker you know me, man
’98, doing stick-ups with the screw-driver
It’s me man
The last car on the fucking A train man
I fucking live this shit done came up
Pockets was always swole
Sometimes a little low but I
Get them back up, man
Fill them up like the fucking gas tank
God, man psssht
Shout-outs to my fucking brother
Man, Action Bronson, man
We out here, man
We motherfucking out here, man
Not enough to say, man
But a motherfucking few more things
That’s what to say
Shit is fucking crazy, man
I’m out here smoking good, man
Fucking pocket, fucking stupid
Fucking blunt pack with that up-town piff
Shouts to all my motherfucking Dominicans
Out there in the Heights
All of that, 172, 174 wiling
You already know, man
Nah, I don’t even want a motherfucking ounce
B give me motherfucking 40 dimes
That’s how I want it in a brown fucking bag
Yeah, tato Papi, that’s how we
Doing it, big fucking style, man
And I want that Chimi sauce dripping
All over my fucking arm
That’s how I do it, man
Wipe it with the fucking hundred dollar bill
I’m out here wiling man
My name Big Fucking Body
Shouts to motherfucking Albania
Shouts to East New York shouts to Lindenwood
Shouts to motherfucking Flushing
Shouts to the motherfucking Bronx, man
All fucking day I’m out here wiling, man
Eagles up
The lyrics of "9.24.13" by Action Bronson & Party Supplies are full of vivid imagery and boastful assertions. The song opens with the line "Uh waxy, smoking that Barbara Walters wax," which is a reference to smoking high-quality marijuana concentrates. The lyrics then express a carefree attitude towards personal appearance, with the repetition of wearing the same outfit for twenty days in a row. The artist dismissively states, "I don't give a shit."
The next lines allude to someone who only comes around for money and material things, with the artist asserting that his resources are primarily for the kids and that if anything is left, he will buy a house and a car. The lyrics also hint at a past relationship. The artist mentions getting a tattoo to cover up an ex-partner's name after catching her cheating. There is also a reference to her potentially being involved with famous athletes like the "Broncos or LeBron." The lyrics then transition into boasting about enjoying luxury items, art displays, and attending basketball games.
The song continues with a mix of braggadocio and playful banter. The artist mentions meeting up with someone named Pat and jokingly questioning whether they will miss a basketball move called the "finger roll." The lyrics shift again as the artist cartwheels into an imaginary "aqua car," signifying a fantastical moment. The mood becomes more lighthearted as the lyrics end with humorous references to the artist's extravagant lifestyle and enjoyment of finer things, like flying in marble floors and wiping with hundred dollar bills.
Overall, "9.24.13" showcases Action Bronson's extravagant lifestyle and carefree attitude, while also incorporating humor and playful storytelling.
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@jp05598
I’ve laughed, cried, fucked, smoked, worked out and vibed to this shit. Fuckin irreplaceable fire, unreal art. Action is a godsend to the culture.
@clayc5929
Fucking to blue chips is crazy
@mattwaza4839
goat comment fr
@cassiusking5751
Bro it is wild to think about someone crying to the song… big bid bes talking about 40 dimes and you just got tears on your face… collect yourself man
@clayc5929
@@cassiusking5751when he said he wants the sauce dripping down his arm… it hit a little too close to home
@Zarav6
@@cassiusking5751its passion and a real lust for this finite life. You in a daze missing it happening around you and it shows gang.
@thrasher1904MD
You’re gonna miss the finger roll right? Yes Mr. Baklava...haha, gets me every time.
@myboylundo1
the most quotable man
@mixedvisions360
How does one cartwheel into an aqua BMW parked on 7th Ave? That type of movement deserves its own category in the Olympics fr.
@AhmadAhmad-hz2lw
Rik Smits favorite song 😉