German Engineering

[Action Bronson & Shaz Illyork] Shark Week, sense the danger, hear your heart beat Perfect hunters from the water to the concrete You know we rip it up, any beat we touch Yo, we past spitting rhymes, now all we do is throw them up [Verse 1: Shaz Illyork] Never been a fan of the greed, pound a pussy til it bleed Shit ain't always what it seems, D's in 'Lo tees Over anxious, feeling tensions, apprehend us 40 deep on the corner, somebody's about to get reckless Like Forty Deuce in '87, plan to go at any second Mix my drink with holy water from the reverend Thoughts realized then brought to the light One too many lines, you know I had to get it right [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Right off the Gold Coast, 7 Series beamers and hold toast A snapper lace the plate, now I'm dreaming we own boats (Shaz: In due time, my nigga) The cloud of weed like a grown ghost I'm shaking up the dice, right to the wallet til we all broke Break bread, snap my fingers for the waiter Leathers to the floor, middle finger for the hater Controlling my emotions when I'm writing on the paper My mind is a computer where I process all the data [Verse 3: Shaz Illyork] Left hand command, throw my life right on the ave Never fucked up or half bad But fucked up from bad math A bad man, a mean motherfucker from the badland Nothing but the fam, til my braveheart can't stand [Verse 4: Action Bronson] Bronsino right out the Adriatic, weed got a crazy habit For money, shorty shitting pellets like a baby rabbit Smoking heavy cause I'm stressed out, trying to gleam the chest out Laugh to myself then blow the bless out I'm never rocking jewelry But I'll step on the court and pop a 3 for a stack Just call me Tracy Murray 21st, Roti Boti, smoking haze and curry I'm like some shit you've never seen Just like an Asian bully I'm out of Flushing, ducks are hanging in the window Masagi sagi, plus you cop a chip for the Nintendo Smell's crazy, squat and smoke a cigarette Every other store is bubble tea and internet [Verse 5: Shaz Illyork] I'm from the Crazy Horse era, Timbs in all weather Rainsuits, Columbia, I'm never getting wetter Insides with Griffin, tripping off the liquid I was wet behind the ears Taking pointers from the God sniffin' Finding grams in mommy's purse, had to learn quick Copping Happy Meals with food stamps, had the kid sick Tired, slinging in the park, had my Flights on Metal bats, Kani, Fila jeans with my sight on Channel 55, remember The Box Trains got hot way before we entered the drop