Suede (feat. Meyhem Lauren / Shaz IllYork / Fonda / Machine)

Exhale the fucking essence

Absorb me

Peace to Lonnie Londell

Everything is mar-vel

Kid, on this side we shine like the sun

Though the night brisk on the night shift

Peep the tight lips

Cause muthafucking loyalty is priceless

Fly bitch blow me harder than a vuvuzelo

My mood is mellow

Catch me hopping out the Cougar, yellow

Brew the Bustelo, Brosonlino

Smooth as Othello in convertible Z3's bruising the pedal

Chief of command, it's hard for you to try to see me

Your team ain't ready to win a war like Mussolini

Harsh as a Russian winter

Still we dining at Lupa right there on Bleecker and Thompson

Eating a custom dinner

Wine served, about a third of the glass filled

Premium rap skills, lounging in the Catskills

Let me end this with a kiss from my bitch

One love, Bronsonlino, signing off

Who better than this, kid?

Luxury sports apparel is what I rock to cover feet

I feel like everyday is Thanksgiving

That's how we usually eat

Rep the street, my flow is heat

Queens made me complete

When we outside deep

It's like a Double L retreat

You know my status, everything's mar-vel

Hard shell shots will tear you up

Now you scar well

Bizarre hell, I'll take you there

Never fear nothing, not me

Shellfish specialist, I'll eat it if it's from the sea

Action Bronson is in the building

So it smells like half a key

He's usually smoking marijuana in a jacket past his knee

Yeah, we live this, still crispest

Back to business, fuck bitches

Most of ya'll were living blind until I hit the light switches

Peace to my dress code and my way of life

Super trife, slay your wife

Ask about the way Lauren can lay the pipe

Never duplicated, wordplay is custom made

Niggas know my steez

Catch me in Queens covered in suede (word up!)

The fine fabric delegates

And Peter Pan Posse

This the finale, Youtube is where the fans watch me

High definition, Lo religion

Loving Scottie Pippen's

Switched it from Jordan Dream Team

It hurt the slutty women

Love to collab, I used to dabble in a couple of things

Facelift the Team, Outdoors, where the Mens will be

Cop Killer Queens, the Upper East, we need a gallery

We unscripted, real drama, never no fallacies

I might party like a rock star for a couple of days

A couple strays tag along taking bumps of K

I keep a Buddha, little liquor, make me triple stack

Ideal wifey, small titties and a lot of ass

They call me Shaz, before it was my government

Unholy convenant, could never get enough of it

So pay attention when this rich bong's broken in half

And don't get left behind to choke on my gas

Ginger ale, juggle, Gen Pop, pockets intact

Prime king in the booth

I got it like that

But wait, audible react

Don't get caught in the trap

Real recognize real

And see it's part of the act

I break hearts, surround sound

With the sermon I spit

And leave behind a trail of permanent drips

In a room full of douchebags burning their lips

And bugging out about the right amount of water to mix

The freebase specialist, I dug him a ditch

Struggling with that addiction's a son of a bitch, fucko

I'll give you something to fix, get sober

You'll understand when you're older

The rap Al Bundy got the handicapped boner

Hot breath and the ice cold shoulder

So, give me room so my set can breathe

I'm from the Up East, plus I got connects in Queens

So how you want it?

Bent, skeed or straight blunted

My rap good like Deer Park in your stomach

Incredible Hulk, flash the villainous smile

He trying to stay young, he's never going out of style

Fresh to death like the corpse out the morgue

The new slang stay stiff, pause

No shirt when he record

Stay zoned, known to kick rap through payphones

Mighty Healthy set the tones

Spread the wealth through fly poems

Well known rap flesh

Keep it tight like close homies

And never known to flip like a Solid Gold Cody

Known to keep it scummy like a Sunday at Jones Beach

Known to keep it bummy like a Sunday at Centre Street

Known for having fun, blacking out, that's the motto

US Weekly with the centerfold

A thousand tapes pressed up

A thousand tapes sold

Kids screaming out, "when the mixtape coming?"

Streets is fiend out, yo, they really need something

Understood, no matter what

Shine like the sun

Remember one thing

[?] rap and number one