Karate Frees

[Intro: ? and Action Bronson]
Action bronson in the building, we gonna get right into it man
We need to...wooo
You know everybody that comes up here gotta - gotta rock it
So I'mma rap

Cookin' Soul

[Verse: 1]
Yo queens shit, outdoors men shit
Ayo, ayo
She bent over in a mirror taking pictures
Crew a bunch of dykes and some Puerto Rican strippers
From Ridgewood she did her thing just like a bitch should
But in the morning started burning, I can't piss good
I cleared that up though, diver’s scallops - sear ‘em
Seven grams of fuzzy in the palm’ll be the serum
The Rocketeer, out in Switzerland we poppin’ there
Mulatto babiеs cause you know that im a chocolatier
Haze galorе, Asian on the carpet
From the land not from the market
Blunts rolled consecutively
Who every really thought this motha fucka destined to be?
This type of style on the mic, get razzled - dazzled
Stretch you like pilate
Penetrate your flower then I dip - Karate
The shotty Hollywood, I gave the bitch a nosejob
And fuck a new Benz I'd rather cop the old Saab
Velour down short set paired with the cream joints
Wine, I always swirl it and smell it
Make an esteemed choice
Krees - always known to keep a fiend moist
I swear my words’ll have me hopping out the green Royce
Rolls and blunted, crispy chicken, aged cheddar
Bonnie got a block of cheese, no it ain't feta yo
The semi-soft flow master with the hemi-talk
I swear my words have me- Yo -yo -yo -yo-
Uh, holdup

[Verse: 2]
Yo, shit
Queens shit, yo, yo
This is, young refrigirator peri wrap
[?], in the snow
Heavy beat it, with that .50 cap blow
Mommy bend it over, let the kitty cat show
Mature grapes, walk - the floor shakes
Size 9 in them AC's, [?] style bitches with pink shorts
Pop and drop your pussy
Looking for some Nagasaki nookie
That bitch [?], cocky out the tushy
Don't even got a fucking [?]money in this bag for you
And when there is five thousand more, it's just a thanks from you
Now she laughing with your friends, inside your Benz, lighting incencse
[?], just like a princess
Damn, that's the life you want to redefine
You only good for sucking dick and bagging cheese and dimes
Not even twenties, two hundred million hitter
[?], hop out the Grey Saab, pick of the litter

Yeah, [?] yo
That was just light work man -an -an