Jordan vs. Bird (feat. Action Bronson) - Wais P, DJ Rerok, CurT@!n$, Nickelus F. & Maffew Ragazino

Yeah, yeah (Uh-huh) It's me, it's me (Uh-huh) I was hatched in '83 (Yeah) Fuckin' standin' like the Notre Dame logo right now Just leave this shit, man If I choose the right horse (Uh) I'mma buy a white Porsche (Uh) Never take the night off (Uh) Sayin' that my mind's off (Uh) Ever since I came out (Uh) I been handin' pain out (Uh) Fold a wire hanger through your nose, take your brain out Hey now On the stage, I'm like great balls of fire (Uh) One more year, I'll be on Lake George, retired (Just one) Big steak like a Jeep tire (Uh) Season up some biceps and throw 'em in deep fryer I been high since I was this big, yeah I been high since I was this big, stupid I'm sick like feedin' squirrels the summer in a bubble jacket If this was '96, I def' had The Tunnel packed in (It's true) Big beard like I'm lumberjackin' (Uh) Mash the pedal of the 850 Sound like the thunder crackin' I'm in a club with a condom on (Hahaha) All Under Armour on (Yeah) And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW Microphone attached to my head so I can dance my little heart out Don't make me bring the white guitar out Like the one in Wayne's World That was shinin' in the window Since 13, I been a nympho Fuck, That's Delicious on box set Me and my mans smokin' on big drugs and feasting on the ox leg Stand in the store with twenty Ahmed's Bazookas on shoulders, hundred pounds of C4 in a stroller Z4s roll up, shit's cold, I think I need a ricola I just dropped a million kroner, I'm a stoner (Uh) You lack culture, I'm a psychedelic image of a black vulture Trapped inside a past soldier (It's me) I just blew my motherfuckin' high, man (Ho!) Holy shit I been high since I was this big, motherfucker And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW Albanian style, I wanna die by machine gun

Ah, yeah, ah, ah, ah Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah I'm glad I never used cocaine 'Cause I would be an addict Running 'round town ass naked, chase rabbit They found me face down at the Great Lake Tavern A payday pattern, the fake ID said "JJ Adams" My other one was stolen by a madame She whispered to the hooker like, "We have him" She was right, I was blinded by the pussy like Gotta make it home because My wifey said it's cookie night Plus I owe two hundred large to the bookie I think I might boogie Head crack, bread stack, I'm a G Iced out like Pat Ewing's knee All white, alright, I'm the hood pope Break night, take flight, got the good dope Adidas Boost on, looking like a highlighter True fact, I'm a livewire Got denied at the red light district Shorty said I probably break wombs with this dick My life is the fountain of youth Let a rapper talk slick, he'll get found in the booth Draw mom on my face and rock one gold tooth Then it's back to the strip, gotta get more loot Persian lamb jackets, chinchilla collars Surgeon hand ratchets, winners get dollars

[Intro/Hook:] {Know you broke my heart woman} {When you said goodbye to me} You said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North Before you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house [Action Bronson:] Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees On two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies I'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells No more childs play kid you with the big boys Fuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce My family's hating that I rhyme with fury Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases That'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry Pussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard You ain't never in the limelight, undercard Bronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod Commandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer [Hook] [Action Bronson:] The second stanza even deadly than the first From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth That's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade He'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade First day class, the Agassis are black and white My older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza I'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere My team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up Just a taste of the life like a September call up Johnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up Listen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung Heavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run Praise the son that can stand on his own two Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew [Chrous}

Righteous man Walk with me Bear the burden, yo No, no, don't do you dare, cast one stone in air I'm cracking stone with bare hands, you're a mere man I know my stoners here, all my visionaries Shades in the night, that's a scary sight I'm never in the dark though, my squad the brightest circle Watch with the internet alone I enlighten the whole globe I got it from my moms, thank you Steve Jobs You took my grandpa job and you gave me a job Not just a physical but digital way of displaying my rhymes And making these kind people pay a fine I've been through a lot, I deserve a lot, this work's fine I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses I'm more than a man, I've been died and rose again Left these holes in my hands, so you know who I am Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata (YAWK-YAWK, YAWK-YAWK) Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata From the fiery pits, on some Dead Poets Society shit Here to bring you a variety mix Grab my dick, violently spit, cause I don't give a fuck About the type of shit, batty boys are on, get your vaginas wet And you shaking in your ballet shoes At the restaurant we valet twos, bad news Half moons on ten goons, uh On the four wheeler shredding up the sand dunes There's something wrong and that's quite clear I smell deception in the night's air That shit is sweeter than a ripe pear For your love, I cut my right ear I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses I'm more than a man, I've been died and rose again Left these holes in my hands, so you know who I am Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata (YAWK-YAWK, YAWK-YAWK) Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata Oh no, no, no they didn't, cause these ain't bars, these prisons Walk with me, every step I take in these Visvims Real rare breed, cut from the cloth like A phoenix feather when I write, Molotov, yikes! You seen them flowers bloom, know that they grew in despair A blessing in disguise, nobody knew it was there My crown had been made, I just had to put it on Now I spread my wings and let the bird of dawning sing its song And when my grandpa died I broke down and cried But still I am more than a man, I am a God Sweetest is pain amongst all of the thriller things I been through enough and so I need all of the iller things One of these days some simple soul will pick up the Book of God, read it, and will believe it. Then the rest of us will be embarrassed

This ain't no music for the club or you cats in love This is music for my bugged out goons on drugs I make music for the creeps that should be 6 feet A new Bentley made it out by the skin in they teeth And they be already stealing ready for beef In the... building having a feast Eating good of my criminal mind and crime biz Leave my checks and food stamps the same thing It's thanksgiving in my hood like everyday Lot of thirst game cut lot of full game ate And you ain't' safe roaming in the same place Putting yo hands on everybody's money like the bank Putting yo hands on everybody money get you shot I'm the one you could thank bang bang white toddler Yo bank and ball on 'em keep 'em guttered like my cousin You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe come through cover yo face You ain't sky free cause you got freedom the case You ain't G you got 3 niggers running up state Take my niggers that will come through papa's yo weight See'em lying in the stand Benedict Wise man throw yo ax up bias in the can 18 watching from the van About to drop you dropping up the spot while you're dropping out the van APB on yo head in every hood EMT on the set is never good blood spilled Pick him up he gotta post still That's Karma brought it up a duck tale Informer, duck tape, riot at chest Going up turn page right up on yo desk You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace Money don't make you safe you want Kevlar vest without a gun on yo waist And yo cup diesel buddy go with skinny But when a bag check when they commence the beating Now you're on a world star humping Black and blue like a paramour save the J What a disgrace to your neighborhood You can't even show yo face in yo neighborhood And you grew up there nigger Fuck ass nigger you grew up square nigger Get a blue nose pin if you scared nigger This war outside Should've been more prepared nigger The more I let the story and start bluffing Like they toughen your racks but really want nothing Ain't no future in front nigger The future for nothing Is wear you do it for nothing You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace