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The Alchemist - Traction Lyrics

[Intro: Action Bronson]
718
Flushing 11365
Yeah, yo

[Verse 1: Action Bronson & Boldy James]
We rollin' back to back, different color Cadillac-in'
Pray to Lord they don't put me in that paddy wagon
If they do, it be a long trip
Boss shit, Boldy hold the four-fifth
Pull it, leave his body where the Pistons play
Rock a mask like Richard Hamilton and hit the J
But in Queens, they call me Mookie, Boobie put the tookie
Where she poopy, if you see me then salute me, bitch
Cuzzy quick to burn up the turnpike and skirt on them dirt bikes
A lot of out-of-towners got murdered the first night
For tryna serve on the work site
Ten bricks of the fish, can't jump on the first spike
I'm talking perched white, third base, searchlight
Got caught with another gun on my third strike
I'm from Detroit so I call cot and burn dice
And I was crowned King ConCreature from birth right (It's Blocks)
We take 'em over with little resistance
Vivid descriptions of urban living conditions
Fiend ballet, back block recitals
Park the Phantom on the block, Ghetto American Idol
On a whim and a prayer, I swear on a stack of Bibles
For this shit right here, my dear handed me the title
To the Rivier, lit the glass pipe with the lighter
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, I'm suited up in black attire, bitch
[Chorus: Boldy James & Action Bronson]
Time for some, time for some, time for some action
Pre-cocked, one in the hole, blastin'
Them nines double-action, it's time for some action
Street life, lights, camera, action
Grind 'til you shine on your brights from your hazards
Flash 'em, lights, camera, action
Time for some, time for some, time for some action (Yeah)
We got it all under control, traction (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Action Bronson & Boldy James]
Fuck around, throw some fox on my bitch
But still cop a sandwich from my ahks up the block
No socks, in some concept Balances
Split pea soup coupe dipped, no Challengers
This is grown man rap, you in the kiddie pool
You still pissin' in that little urinal
We burn the tree with a tinge of purple
Flip work like a Ninja Turtle, you ain't fuckin' wit' my inner circle
Dreams of five girls laid up on the white bed
My off-white dick stretched across some dyke's head
5'8", the city on my back (Yeah)
I'm jumpin' out the gym, and dunkin' it on Shaq
Plugged with the connect, I hit him off on consignment
If you spineless then squirm with the rats
You can run off, play hide and seek 'til I pop up with that ninety
Now that's what I call the return of the MAK
[Chorus: Boldy James]
Time for some, time for some, time for some action
Pre-cocked, one in the hole, blastin'
Them nines double-action, it's time for some action
Street life, lights, camera, action
Grind 'til you shine on your brights from your hazards
Flash 'em, lights, camera, action
Time for some, time for some, time for some action
We got it all under control, traction