20 of the Best Lyrics From Action Bronson’s ‘Blue Chips 7000′ Album
Having an engaging personality is a key attribute when measuring a rap star and Action Bronson has proved himself to be one of the more beloved rappers of his era, entertaining audiences with his sly humor and affinity for the culinary arts. However, while the MC has been cooking up a storm on his TV show, F*ck, That's Delicious, the same can't be said in the musical sense, as Bronson is more than two years removed from the release of his debut solo album, Mr. Wonderful.
The project looked to bring the Flushing, Queens native's buzz from a subterranean level into the mainstream. Mr. Wonderful may not have translated into any crossover success for Bronson, it did carry on his tradition of producing quality, sample-based material sprinkled with random pop culture references and nods to exotic dishes, both of which have become a trademark of sorts for the former chef.
Fresh off of hiatus after his cries for artistic liberation were heard by Atlantic Records, Action Bronson puts forth his long-awaited sophomore release, Blue Chips 7000, the blockbuster third installment to his iconic mixtape series. While the previous installments in the Blue Chips series were produced exclusively by long-time collaborator Party Supplies, the latest version finds Bronson outsourcing backdrops from an array of producers including Alchemist, Harry Fraud, Knxwledge, and Da Ringer. Features are scarce, but includes appearances from familiar names like Mayhem Lauren and Big Body Bes, in addition to Rick Ross, who throws his weight around alongside Bronson on the album highlight "9-24-7000."
To celebrate the release of Action Bronson's latest long player, we've picked out 20 of the hottest lyrics from Blue Chips 7000 that caught our ear and are sure to catch yours.
"This dick'll make an R&B chick write a song/About the rain when it falls and the pain that it causes/And how she always wakin' up alone?/And now Bronson gotta call Tyrone/Fuck that, I'm tryna blow smoke towards the moon/Till my mind start racing like zoom/I'm hotter than when Bow Wow dropped in the summer/Girls scream and I hop into the Hummer"
"I shot dope before I wrote this/Sniffed coke and did aerobics by the ocean/This is Blue Chips 7 not Usher/Big muskets get squeezed like mustard/And motherfuckers flee off in the Nissan/They say that life is like a see-saw/I roll solo, why I got these extra seats for?"
"Asian shooter with the blonde hair/Street Fighter character/Fuck around and suplex ’em through the salad bar/My life is greenlit, no script/And we all know that money be the motive of this whole shit/Bitch, I'm focused like none other than number one Don Dada/Drop-top, jokes on the youngster, now look at him/Looking slim in the red ’89 Testarossa with the wing"
"Your shit lack quality/I'm sittin' right behind my chick makin' pottery/My first joint was like an odyssey/The second joint straight raw like the shaman's feet/Climbed the stairs to the sun/Sacrificed myself for protection of my only son"
This is one night only, Dragon vs. Phoenix/I think I'll fuck around and throw Aladdin on the remix/You can never score a point against my defense/For many years, my mind been going off the deep end/Uh, like Tom Hanks with the soccer ball/You get turned into a taco/Uh, they thought Body was Bruce Willis in Morocco" - Action Bronson
"Suicidal doors, bipolar necklaces/Army suit matchin' this coupe 'cause we perfectionists/Three's basic, forty-five colors on the Coogi/You see me but you never knew me, somethin' like a failed father/Up in Saks bustin' down racks, we out in Bal Harbour" - Mayhem Lauren
I might hang off the side of the mountain to trim a bonsai/Perfect 10 on the swan dive, uh/I could never do no wrong in my mom's eyes/Damn, time flies, and it don't wait for no one/Crash the Benz, buy a new one/And get my baby one too ’cause she a true one/I'll get the red, you get the blue one"
"Your pockets' slim pickings/Lay ’em out like grilled chicken/It's been an hour but that blunt still hittin' like a champion/Eatin' scampi with Batali, 50 feet from the Pantheon/And that's my life, 60k for the glass pipe/I'll break it on your head if you don't act right/There'll be bagpipes playin' like a cop died/While I wiggle 850s wearing fox hide" - Action Bronson
"Standin' in front of McDonald's, throwin' bottles
Ninety degrees, Timbs on/Ma, your kid's gone/A lot of graves to be pissed on/Land of the free I think wrong/You know I got the drug so potent Johnny took a hit/He died, came back, said, 'That's that shit'/Two-twenty in Toyota Supras/The shit sound like I'm shootin' off bazookas "
"Seasons change weekly, life in the big leagues/I can tell it's summer by the fig trees/Wiggle German Jeeps with kiss on 'em/Drop her top, she got a nice set of tits on her/Hardcore, got me feelin' like a fish outta water/Cruising U.S.A., I use six quarters"
"Fuck a critic/I'll have my little Spanish homie hit you with the Civic/Send the motherfucker spinnin'/I ain't like my chain so I threw it on a midget/I don't like the terms of the deal, do better on the digits/My Colombian princess'll come and hit you with the scissors/In the neck 'til it look like Twizzlers"
"Jump in the pool with the tool on me, shredded 240/Who gon' stop me? You and whose army?/Bronson come with the ninja grip/Wheelin' red ninjas down the strip, Phillies to my lip/High as Dark Knight, fuck it, let the card swipe/I'll take that yellow Lamborghini on the far right" - Action Bronson
"Just tragedy and hardship/Another loser on the corner doing card tricks/I'm on the plane to Russia with a hard dick/And a tank top from Target/Why this blunt taste like Starburst?/And why your girl cheating on you with a player from the San Diego Chargers?/Motherfucker, somehow we got Jeeps in jail/Tell the judge, 'It's all good, go ’head and keep that bail'" - Action Bronson
"We all shine, nobody victims/Armani sweatsuit pimping/Black Pippens, I swag different/That's why the money in the bag different/Come up short, you'll have your motherfuckin' fam missing/I lay on beaches and swerve in whips/You ain't servin' shit, you just an urban myth"
"November rain came the same day/My daughter taught me how to do the Nae Nae to Calle 13/Only compare me to Kevin Spacey/Or Rubén Blades, the blunt fat like two Kamalas/Do a world tour and scoop some dollars/Come home and hit the pool hall, I'm fishbowlin' new Impalas" - Action Bronson
"All my niggas down, we lookin' like Fu-Schnickens/Got a few tickets for bitches who truly digged us/College dormitories, fill 'em with smooth lyrics/Air Max 95s, grey sweats, true menace/Known as a Jonas, complex on the phoner/Simple individual, confident in the Lotus" - Rick Ross
The full moon make me loco/Like I sniffed a whole baseline of coco/Man, I took the speedboat for a joy ride/At one point I was flyin' baby, no lie/What'd I do to have a life like this?/Ass so fat on my wife like, shit!/And your boy got a stomach like Buddha/Chandelier hanging from the ceilin' of the cougar"
"If I choose the right horse/I'ma buy a white Porsche/Never take the night off/Sayin' that my mind's off/Ever since I came out (Uh)/I been handin' pain out/Fold a wire hanger through your nose, take your brain out, hey now/On the stage, I'm like great balls of fire/One more year, I'll be on Lake George, retired" - Action Bronson
"I'm sick like feedin' squirrels the summer in a bubble jacket/If this was ’96, I def' had The Tunnel packed in/Big beard like I'm lumberjackin'/Mash the pedal of the 850, sound like the thunder crackin'/I'm in a club with a condom on/All Under Armour on" - Action Bronson
"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" - Action Bronson