Action Bronson – Actin Crazy (Official Music Video)

Inspite of the fact that many can’t get over the Ghostface Killah influence in Action Branson’s flow, he remains to me one of the most creative hip hop artist, playing with the bounderies of pop with and baroque personal aesthetic that make me wanna listen. Actin’crazy announces his soon to be released (March 24th) album, as a few of us are curious to see if Action Bronson will be able to spread as much creativity in his album than he did in his wonderful Blue Chip Mixtapes.

Opportunity be knocking, you gotta let a motherfucker in
I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her
You ain’t gotta worry ’bout a thing, I got it covered
Why you think I’m out here actin’ crazy?
Why you think I’m out here actin’ crazy?
Why you think I’m out here actin’ crazy?
Ma, you know I’m still your little baby

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
All my life I was a fuck-up, Now I pull the truck up
Same bitch stuck up, now she wanna suck us
See me hanging out the window screaming “What, what!?”
No more tough luck; a different cloth is what
I’m cut from, baby oh my lord
The cops chasing Bronson in an all-white Ford
Shit, I’m on an all-night tour
Bitch, I’m alright, but I’m off that raw
I’m in a robe dancing salsa on the top floor
You would swear I’m Puerto Rican but I’m not, lord
Hot hoes every city that we go, singing
“Heads high, kill ’em with it now!”
All I do is eat oysters
And speak six languages in three voices
It’s Adriatic Summers on the samples
Don’t even try to call, I’m not available for nothing
Unless it’s stupid paper, hop out the Studebaker
With Anita Baker, uh

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Uh, I feel so alive I think I shit myself
I should kiss myself, I’m staring at the man inside the mirror
The reflection shows a wolf though (AOOOH!)
Goddamn, I’m still cute ho (yeah)
All my women play the flute, saw me place a melon and prosciutt’
Left handed, make the Fender cry
Count money with a reverend’s smile, the Devil’s eye
Half-Cherokee and Gemini, uh
Motherfuckers’ll dump heat from Jump Street
And turn your chest plate to lunch meat
I’m in a Humvee, looking like a young me
Now these motherfuckers all wanna be chubby
I switch the season, now the hair’s curled
Tan skin, I need a bad girl
Cause James Brown said “It’s A Man’s World”
In a Transam’ Twirl, the burner handle made of pearl
That’s just “Daddy’s Little Girl”