Il testo della Falconry

Yo pass me the ball fool
You better fuckin' pick me, ya
Straight the fuck up, i roof this shit
Fuckin' 360 on this pussy
I don't give a fuck
I'll kick this motherfucking ball over the fence
No shoes on

(action bronson:)
I know you see me on the tv, lookin' like a hunk of beef
When i smell your baby mama's shit dungarees
Somebody get the kid a deal he sound like me
But nah, dunny don't get down like me
The falcon flies back to the glove when i whistle
Don't try to put me in the box like a tissue
Cause i push you in the box with a pink suit
Fuck around and have some squid ink soup, bitch
(ah man there's so much fuckin' hash in this joint right now son
(uh, you ain't a legend like gianni
I'm so queens like a roy wilker's t-shirt
With one arm shredded, and one arm missing
Dog, i was born with a lost vision
I learned quick i couldn't follow suit
Cause the devil put the pork inside the dollar soup
Now i'm sittin' in first class with a hard dick
Listenin' to german guitar riffs, what a life
I was made like the beginning of jurassic park
When they took the fucking bluff on the mosquito with a dope needle

Then they shot it in a wild lie in 1983
I popped out holdin' an iron with a visor on
Yeah, uh huh
Yo, the videos are like a jewish summer camp promo
Your ideas lack of dope, woah

(meyhem lauren:)
Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks
On the low like a whip without shocks
I bag bitches in flocks
Representative for everything official
Ya'll niggas can't live, so it's officially an issue
Quarter proof (?) shit, padded on a rugby
Hammerin' the hamper 'case a nigga try to thug me
I'm a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival
Treat the last record i broke just like a rival
Uh, i'm new york before it turned into a bike lane
Never had a light fame, split the pipe cane
It was written but i wrote it
Put religion right on my neck and then i froze it
Laurenovitch, yeah

3:36 in the morning
Location: a drug infested area, brooklyn, new york
What am i doing? standing on an unidentified corner
With a latin individual, corn rows, foam posits
All sorts of a felony in his waste
But who are you? she only loves me when i'm naked