Yeah!
To the back with the hat...lean back in the 'Lac
Crack the window hear the soldiers ___?___ in the back.
Ain't no cat in the hat...just a cat that can rap
This is Bronson...representin' Flushing, Queens on the map...yeah!
Heavy weight primate with a Harvard mind,
Blunt filled with a citrus mixture...orange lime
Pussy drip when the thought of Action come to mind
Born to rock...winter...spring...summer shine
Bonafide...eyes wide...run and hide
You don't want the revolution to be televised
Terrified from the _____?_____ death camps
With the iron burning hot give you chest stamps
Phone calls with the cloth over the mouth piece
With or without leak...burn about an ounce chief
To the neck like a razor for the stubble
Raised inside the struggle...blazin' in the huddle...yeah!
Dig a hole...throw the lamb in it
Leather slippers in the sand motherfuckers couldn't stand in it?

It's Barry Horowitz rap...I'll pat myself on the back
Don't fake the funk on the nasty dunk...Shaq attack
Close the window to ya soul...weed inside my lungs burn
These old suckers getting placed into a young urn
Specialized like the little bus
Use my chubby little finger first to stimulate the clitoris
King Kong ain't got shit on us
I'm out here getting this for real while you motherfuckers filabust
Weed on my finger flicker...I'm on a solo mission
Started at poll position...eyes on the long division
As it burn my thumb...I roll another one
Quite persistent that's why they call me my mother's son
Shoot the gold gift...leave ya ho stiff
Make ya ho sniff...Hootie and the blow fish
Obey the code kid...cause every motherfucker in here rockin' Lo dipped
I'm on that old shit