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."
Tapas
Action Bronson & Party Supplies Lyrics
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Long hair, speak Turkish
Twisted sisters out like the UniverSoul Circus
About to cop the crib furnished
Wood burning brick oven shit with the furnace
Quattro fromage
Big plate look like a lobster collage
I'm on the art and the food scene
Matter of fact, couple raps will make a coupe lean
While you see me in the shorts all weather
Whether Puerto rica bitches chilling on the boardwalk
Rockaway smelling like Georgi
Ready for orgies, slightly retarded
Breading the porgy
20 seconds dead in the forty
All this money to be gotten
Hailin' from the rotten
Scotch make it neat, no socks on the feet
When I'm stepping the loafer
Creamy like the robiola
Guaranteed I'm getting box like an old controller
Baby momma catching cases
High speed chases
Fiends rocking the ID bracelets
You only live once, so fuck if I'mma waste it
I'm in France, stepping on grapes, you can taste it
Yeah, make cheese like the fromagia
Tatted chest cover pain wash the scars
Daddy disapprove of my life just like I'm Marvin Gaye
Keep the Dodge, I want the '87 Saab in gray
Stuff a shorty like the man a gut
Light tan on the shoe like banana nut
Strong odor off the weed like your grandma's butt
No attempt to disrespect, but my grandma blunt
But I'm known to eat expensive lunches
From the farm right to the table
Aired straight right to the plate I doubt you could relate
Figs at the peak of their ripeness
Money off this music, motherfucker I like this
So cut the check
Ayo, the kush get flipped to a swan origami
Floating in the water, north of North Dakota
Dip to Barcelona Algeria connection
Pussy like a leather jacket
Been to hell and back
They tried to sell me back, but they couldn't
Hookers by the Ho-Jo chillen with Doc Gooden
“tapas up for grabs so fuck it, then why wouldn’t
Bronson be the one coming through with the gold belt
Track 16 on Blue Chips
15. 103 And Roosy17. Nordic wind!
Last track off of the Blue Chips mixtape.
In “Tapas,” Action Bronson and Party Supplies paint a vivid picture of luxurious living and culinary delights. The opening lines showcase Bronson’s love for Turkish culture and his distinctive appearance, describing himself as someone with long hair who speaks Turkish. He then switches to talking about his love for food, specifically wood-burning brick oven pizza and multiple cheese types. The song also talks about Bronson's preference for art scenes and his desire to enjoy life to the fullest. References to his love for cars, France and wine makes it evident that Bronson is presenting us with images of a pleasure-filled, indulgent lifestyle. Throughout the song he continues to describe his eclectic interests and voracious appetite, while acknowledging the risks inherent to a controversial rapper's lifestyle. Overall, the lyrics of "Tapas" paint a vivid picture of a man living his best life, complete with indulgent sensory pleasures, without losing sight of the pitfalls of his profession.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah my sole purpose
My only focus and intention
Long hair, speak Turkish
My appearance is distinctive and my language skills are diverse
Twisted sisters out like the UniverSoul Circus
Women with unconventional attributes are present like in a circus act
About to cop the crib furnished
I'm about to buy a fully furnished house
Wood burning brick oven shit with the furnace
I have a brick oven that's heated by a wood burning furnace
Quattro fromage
Pizza with four types of cheese
Big plate look like a lobster collage
The large plate of food looks like an artwork made of lobster
I'm on the art and the food scene
I am involved in both the art and food industries
Fuck rap, laying back, eating poutine
I disregard rap music and prefer to relax while eating poutine
Matter of fact, couple raps will make a coupe lean
My music can tilt a sports car to the side just like hydraulics
While you see me in the shorts all weather
I wear shorts regardless of the weather
Whether Puerto rica bitches chilling on the boardwalk
I attract women from Puerto Rico who relax on the boardwalk
Rockaway smelling like Georgi
The Rockaway beach smells like Georgi vodka
Ready for orgies, slightly retarded
I am ready for sexual parties but also feel unintelligent
Breading the porgy
I am coating a fish in breadcrumbs
20 seconds dead in the forty
It took me 20 seconds to drink a 40oz bottle of alcohol
All this money to be gotten
There's a lot of money to earn
Hailin' from the rotten
I come from a bad or corrupt place
Scotch make it neat, no socks on the feet
I drink Scotch without ice and don't wear socks
When I'm stepping the loafer
I'm wearing loafers on my feet
Creamy like the robiola
My cheese dish is creamy, like robiola cheese
Guaranteed I'm getting box like an old controller
I am certain that I can have sex with women like playing with an old video game controller
Baby momma catching cases
My child's mother is getting involved in legal issues
High speed chases
The police are pursuing me in a vehicle at a high speed
Fiends rocking the ID bracelets
Drug abusers wear identification bracelets
You only live once, so fuck if I'mma waste it
Since life is short, I won't waste it
I'm in France, stepping on grapes, you can taste it
I am in France, stepping on grapes to make wine, which you can taste
Yeah, make cheese like the fromagia
I make cheese like a cheesemaker
Tatted chest cover pain wash the scars
My chest tattoos hide reminiscences of pain and trauma
Daddy disapprove of my life just like I'm Marvin Gaye
My father doesn't approve of my life choices like Marvin Gaye's father didn't approve of his music and lifestyle
Keep the Dodge, I want the '87 Saab in gray
I prefer an old Saab car in gray over a Dodge
Stuff a shorty like the man a gut
I can satisfy a woman sexually
Light tan on the shoe like banana nut
My shoes are light in color like banana nut bread
Strong odor off the weed like your grandma's butt
The marijuana has a pungent aroma, similar to a grandparent's buttocks
No attempt to disrespect, but my grandma blunt
I'm not trying to offend anyone, but my marijuana joint is named after my grandmother
But I'm known to eat expensive lunches
I am known to spend a lot of money on lunch
From the farm right to the table
My food comes straight from the farm and onto my plate
Aired straight right to the plate I doubt you could relate
My food is delivered fresh to my plate, something you probably can't relate to
Figs at the peak of their ripeness
I enjoy eating figs when they're fully matured
Money off this music, motherfucker I like this
I make money from my music career, and I enjoy it
So cut the check
Pay me what I'm owed
Ayo, the kush get flipped to a swan origami
The marijuana is rolled up into a swan shape like origami
Floating in the water, north of North Dakota
I am smoking marijuana while floating in the water, somewhere in the northern regions of North Dakota
Dip to Barcelona Algeria connection
I travel from Spain to Algeria by diving in the water
Pussy like a leather jacket
A woman's private parts are as smooth as leather
Been to hell and back
I have endured many difficulties and challenges
They tried to sell me back, but they couldn't
I was sold in the past, but I refused to be sold again
Hookers by the Ho-Jo chillen with Doc Gooden
Prostitutes are relaxing with me and famous baseball player Dwight Gooden, at a Howard Johnson hotel
“tapas up for grabs so fuck it, then why wouldn’t
Tapas, a Spanish cuisine, is available for the taking, so why not take advantage of it
Bronson be the one coming through with the gold belt
I am the one who will win the gold belt in boxing
Track 16 on Blue Chips
Tapas is the 16th track on the Blue Chips album
15. 103 And Roosy
Reference to another song on the same album
17. Nordic wind!
Reference to another song on the same album
Last track off of the Blue Chips mixtape.
Tapas is the final song on the Blue Chips mixtape
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ARIYAN ARSLANI
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Alex Bass
Smelling like Georgi
MrYeahman007
Catch me in the corner not speaking
ANATKH
Ishhh mucho sample tan asperoo!!