Terror Death Camp
Action Bronson Statik Selektah Lyrics

Queens, New York
The rappers are from Queens, a neighborhood in New York City.

Flushing shit
A reference to the neighborhood of Flushing in Queens.

(We back again)
The rappers are back with a new song.

That's right
An affirmation or agreement.

Yo
A casual greeting or attention-getter.

Sour smoke out the nasal
Inhaling smoke from a joint or blunt.

The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil
A delicious dish with Thai flavors.

Sistine Chapel rapper, I'm here to blaze you
A metaphorical way of saying the rapper is an artist, like Michelangelo painting on the ceiling.

Pop off material, get laid up and sprayed up / Just like arterial
Talking tough and violent, saying they'll shoot and kill their enemies.

Clementine nine, dripping venereal
A type of gun, with a reference to sexually transmitted diseases.

Linguine linguistics that left my verbal lesser saucy
A play on words, saying their lyrics are like a flavorful sauce.

Send a message, leave you sleeping next to headless horsey
More violent imagery, describing how they will kill their opposition.

Play the plaintiff, I'mma slide off to prior engagements / Let you die in the basement
Acting innocent while secretly arranging for someone to be killed.

Toast wine from the time of the ancient / Turkish warriors, cobblestones in Macedonia / Albanians in Shkup, never living by the book / We fill the jails in France, Uzes and Italy / Never do dirt in our own land / That shit's forbidden, G / Hoxha singing from the top of the Xhamia / Pickled peppers at the picnic table / Feta cheese, perfect Flia / Straight outta Dukagjin / One of the illest places / No one's smiling / There's only drunken men with killer faces
References to various places and cultures, highlighting a sense of pride in their heritage.

I'm known for simmering the mean gravy / Gleam crazy, my mind's hazy / New York made me / The most official, to holster pistol / Trim the fat, scrape the gristle / Meyhem Lauren will make your family miss you / I'll gladly press the trigger button / If you press an issue / Whether it's beef or beats / I try to make a casket fit you / We'll fuck you up then fuck you up / And then come back to get you / And do that two more times / We call that shit a triple triple / My flow is typhoon rap, it's deeper than an ocean ripple / Our hollow tips will hit you / Leave you with an altered nipple / Slumped over saying "Lord, please have mercy" / Or play the G, now we made hot flames burst me / Queens veteran, dressed like tennis men / Back block medicine, slap chop venison / Knock, knock, let us in / My whole clique's equipped to shoot though / My army got more fucking arms than a can of pulpo
More violent language, talking about killing and violence, and boasting about their prowess with guns.

Brownsville's Jesus, white and blue Adidas / Got more knowledge than them Poor Righteous Teachers / Clarence Smith, Stan Smith, 13X's / Some will overstand but common men never receive the message / Concepts like I'm Frank Butcher / Neighborhood pusher, 62's through ya sub woofer / Unca nunca for the pitbulls with red noses / Wet bogies dipped in shit to stop bodies from decomposing / Cool, calm and collected / Keep my composure / All my business in black and white like negative exposures / Keep a Polaroid for the posers / A picture's worth a thousand words / So lock and load up / You don't know me from a hole in a commode, bruh / I am the shit, just ask your bitch / I bet she know, yup / It's St. Maffew / Truffles in that duffle / Princess in the catsuit
More bravado and violent language, mixed with references to fashion and sneakers.

This is dope fiend rap / Have a nigga leaning sideways / Frankie Blue Eye shit / I do it my way / Legendary, scary, February Valentine murder / Ike Turner, gun butt with a nice burner / Bluey spot guzzler / Long Island Tea sipper / Mind of a killer / Trenchcoat Mafia nigga / Hollow point slinger / Smile while I'm flipping fingers / Angels and demons / Mellowed out, Stylistic singer / Corner store postup / Backstreet wanderer / Butter your toast up / Tight pussy conqueror / Smart aleck, talk back, type of nigga / Fuck you / Disrespect your mother, your brother / Father and son, too (everybody!) / Long live the music cause it's part of my blood / But how long can I stay breathing / Only God is my judge / Through the lights, cameras and action / Glammer, glitters and gold / Every legend repping my era / Carries part of my soul / (90's, nigga)
Gangsta rap with violent language, mixed with references to hip hop culture and the 90s.