Keep Off the Grass
Action Bronson Statik Selektah Lyrics


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All these faking motherfuckers never true to they craft
My style it give you boost just like a shoe to that ass
Smoke the drug, got the the Krug and in the glass
Nice socks, switch foot, Asian hooker and she fluent in math
James Brown shoes, the H-town groove
Big body slide through it like the Greyhound move
Ain't no rocking me to sleep, baby, you ain't that smooth
You want a sucker and I ain't that dude
I'm 'bout the money
Know when you hear me always hit you with the raw rhythm
You look confused and out of focus; autism
Ain't no developmental problems on this, I kid
Just big whips and chicks with big lips and thick thighs
My people flip pies, and quick to flick knives
Take the laziest shorty and take a quick dive
Paint a struggle how my motherfucking clique rides
Quit babysitting hit this spliff before the shit dies, bitch

I'm looking crispy like a chicken cutlet
One wish is, get rich before I kick the bucket
Know that Bronson's eating supper
Hoping the gun don't jam like Smuckers
Weed inside the Mason jar, leaning like racing car
Papa Shango, the monster in your mother's bed
Blunt of regs, and some lead turn the gutter red
7-40 ? snitches, with butter left
11 dollars worth of bounty on your brothers head
You know the scent YSL and some good smoke
I'm on the top she on the bottom like footnote
Jet head cover my head
New Yorker born and raised, so I'm repping 'til I'm dead
Galaxy of Queens most diverse in the world
Live in my borough
Albanian father ran into my Jewish mother
Swept her feet probably laid her on the blueish cover




Now I'm here see me fresher than the newest summer
Fuck, faggot, pussy

Overall Meaning

In this verse, Action Bronson raps about how he stays true to his craft and how his style is unique and powerful. He compares his style to a "boost" that can kick someone like a shoe to the ass, indicating how his lyrics pack a punch. He also brags about having expensive items such as Krug champagne and James Brown shoes and how he has a lot of money. He mentions how he's always hitting people with his "raw rhythm," indicating his flows and lyrics are always authentic and original.


Bronson also talks about how he's trying to get rich before he dies and how he hopes the gun doesn't jam like Smuckers, referencing how he wants to avoid any obstacles that might prevent him from achieving success. Additionally, he mentions how he's smoking weed from a Mason jar and how he's like Papa Shango, a WWE wrestler known for his supernatural powers.


Furthermore, Bronson describes how he's proud of where he's from, Queens, New York, and how it's a diverse place, with people from all walks of life. He also mentions his unique background, with his Albanian father and Jewish mother, indicating his ethnicity and how his parents' relationship was unconventional. Finally, he ends the verse with derogatory language, confirming his tough exterior and edgy persona.


Line by Line Meaning

All these faking motherfuckers never true to they craft
People who pretend to be something they're not are never genuine in their art


My style it give you boost just like a shoe to that ass
My music can energize you like a swift kick to the rear


Smoke the drug, got the the Krug and in the glass
I'm smoking weed and sipping expensive champagne


Nice socks, switch foot, Asian hooker and she fluent in math
I have cool socks, I alternate between feet, and I was with an Asian prostitute who's good at math


James Brown shoes, the H-town groove
I'm wearing fancy shoes and vibing to the Houston music scene


Big body slide through it like the Greyhound move
I'm driving through town smoothly like a Greyhound bus


Ain't no rocking me to sleep, baby, you ain't that smooth
You can't deceive me or manipulate me, because you're not slick enough


You want a sucker and I ain't that dude
You're looking for a weaker guy to take advantage of, but I'm not that guy


I'm 'bout the money
I'm focused on making money


Know when you hear me always hit you with the raw rhythm
My music always has a raw, unfiltered sound


You look confused and out of focus; autism
You seem perplexed and inattentive, like someone with autism


Ain't no developmental problems on this, I kid
I'm not actually making fun of people with developmental disabilities


Just big whips and chicks with big lips and thick thighs
I'm surrounded by luxury cars, hot girls with plump lips and curvy thighs


My people flip pies, and quick to flick knives
My associates sell drugs and are ready to use weapons


Take the laziest shorty and take a quick dive
Even a lazy person can join in and succeed quickly


Paint a struggle how my motherfucking clique rides
I'll depict our hard work and determination in our rise to success


Quit babysitting hit this spliff before the shit dies, bitch
Stop wasting time and smoke this joint before it burns out, bitch


I'm looking crispy like a chicken cutlet
I'm looking fresh and clean like a fried chicken patty


One wish is, get rich before I kick the bucket
I want to become wealthy before I die


Know that Bronson's eating supper
I'm living life comfortably and eating well


Hoping the gun don't jam like Smuckers
I hope my gun works properly when I need it


Weed inside the Mason jar, leaning like racing car
I store my marijuana in a Mason jar, and it's potent like a race car


Papa Shango, the monster in your mother's bed
I'm a force to be reckoned with, like a scary wrestling character


Blunt of regs, and some lead turn the gutter red
I'll smoke a low-quality blunt, and someone might get shot


7-40 ? snitches, with butter left
I don't trust informants or snitches


11 dollars worth of bounty on your brothers head
Someone has put a bounty on your sibling's life, worth $11


You know the scent YSL and some good smoke
You can smell my luxurious Yves Saint Laurent cologne and high-quality marijuana


I'm on the top she on the bottom like footnote
I'm in a dominant position, while my partner is submissive - like a footnote at the bottom of a page


Jet head cover my head
I'm wearing a baseball cap with the Jet logo on it


New Yorker born and raised, so I'm repping 'til I'm dead
I'm proudly representing being born and raised in New York City for the rest of my life


Galaxy of Queens most diverse in the world
The Queens neighborhood I'm from is one of the most ethnically diverse places


Live in my borough
I currently reside in the Queens neighborhood where I was raised


Albanian father ran into my Jewish mother
My father is Albanian and met my mother, who is Jewish


Swept her feet probably laid her on the blueish cover
My father may have swept my mother off her feet and laid her down on a blue cover


Now I'm here see me fresher than the newest summer
I've come a long way and now I look and feel great


Fuck, faggot, pussy
An inappropriate and offensive outburst




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Written by: ARIYAN ARSLANI

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Comments from YouTube:

Fufu

Absolute shame this is censored on spotify

Tom Sevcik

& itunes. Even explicit version. I waa like tf

Tom Sevcik

Was*

Fufu

@Tom Sevcik It's still censored. You got my hopes up for a second and I went to check, but nope, it's still censored.

sscrambled.

spoonkid reference

sp00ky

spooners

LCDL

what's up spooners!

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