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Action Bronson announces new album, shares “SubZero”

Action Bronson announces new album, shares “SubZero”
Cocodrillo Turbo is due out April 29 via Loma Vista.

April 07, 2022

Photo by Brock Fetch.

Action Bronson has been a fixture in hip-hop and pop culture for over a decade. His raunchy, razor-sharp bars have entertained a generation of fans, and today, he’s announced his seventh studio album. Cocodrillo Turbo, his first project since 2020’s Only For Dolphins, will arrive April 29 via Loma Vista, featuring contributions from Conway The Machine, Roc Marciano, The Alchemist, Hologram, Meyhem Lauren, and Daringer. Its first single, “SubZero,” is out today.

The new track finds Bronson sticking to a proven formula, piling references to athletic feats, sexual exploits, and food atop a jazzy Alchemist instrumental in quick succession. (“Wetsuit thick so I can shred when its ice / Then lay in bed with your wife / Get mad head from your wife / Then get out of bed with your wife / ‘Cause I don’t cut the bread with a knife,” he raps early on.)

In the James Larese-directed video, Bronson body surfs through lower Manhattan after a tsunami floods New York. Watch it below.

Action Bronson and Earl Sweatshirt announce U.S. tour with The Alchemist and Boldy James

Action Bronson and Earl Sweatshirt announce U.S. tour with The Alchemist and Boldy James
The ÑBA Leather World Tour 2022 kicks off in January.

By Raphael Helfand

December 15, 2021

Clockwise from top left: Earl Sweatshirt, Action Bronson, Boldy James, and The Alchemist. Photos via publicist.

Action Bronson and Earl Sweatshirt will co-headline a 15-date tour early next year. The ÑBA Leather World Tour 2022 will start at San Diego’s Observatory on January 29 and end at The Marquee in Tempe Arizona on March 3, never leaving U.S. soil.

All shows on the tour will be supported by The Alchemist and Boldy James, who recently collabed on August’s Bo Jackson LP. Earl will be touring in support of his newly announced project, Sick — set to drop January 14 — and Bronson will soon share new music as well, according to a press release. View the tour’s poster and dates below.

ÑBA Leather World Tour 2022 dates

1/29 – San Diego, CA – Observatory
1/30 – Los Angeles, CA – Palladium
2/01 – San Francisco, CA – Warfield
2/05 – Seattle, WA – The Paramount
2/06 – Vancouver, BC – Harbour Events Center
2/09 – Denver, CO – Mission Ballroom
2/11 – Chicago, IL – Riviera Theatre
2/12 – Minneapolis, MN – Fillmore
2/14 – Toronto, ON – History
2/16 – New York, NY – Terminal 5
2/19 – Washington, DC – Anthem
2/22 – Atlanta, GA – Tabernacle
2/23 – New Orleans, LA – Fillmore
2/27 – Dallas, TX – The Factory in Deep Ellum
3/03 – Tempe, AZ – The Marquee

Chance The Rapper – NaNa (feat. Action Bronson) lyrics

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Introducin’ Chance the Ruthless
Trip ‘shrooms and lucy
Dreams is lucid
Loosely based on music
Swallow my mucus
Hope your pussy get herpes and yo’ ass get lupus
Deuces Douches. deuce deuce I’ll shoot ya (BANG)
Shoes might boot cha and a suit might suit cha
They be on bullshit but they really don’t do shit
They use of illusion could confuse Confuscius
Nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing, ’til my voice get raspy
Last week suspended
Last night kissed Va$htie
Parleyed with Ashley
Always in the hallway, so I never been classy
(Ha ha ha) Shut up

[Hook:]
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
(Igh, igh, igh, igh!)

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Acid acid, get it? Acid
Melts through plastic, I spit fired
Pad my palette, talkin’ paper
If this was work, I’d get higher-ed
Pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered
Fart and get bitch-slapped, like bourbon mixed with jack
Lickety-split, lickety-slipped on a shell
From peelin’ banana split backs
Give me my Kit-Kat
Don’t break me off shit, batch, fack is you mean bitch?
Zan with that lean bitch, zan with that lean bitch
Zen with that chakra
I eat it like Idi Amin, you know what I mean
Hit me back when that mean shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
Introducin’, It’s Bronsonlino
With my hair slicked back, I look like Rick Pitino
3 Japanese dykes in my El Camino
Lettin’ trees blow, oh
I rep the East Coast, I got a team of hoes like Pat Summit
I look like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a black hummer (get to the chopper)
I splash summer like a fast brother
With a number on his back, ain’t no fumblin’, in fact, I’m –
Back, acid in my hat
Shoot then pass the gat, it’s at the bottom of the river in a plastic bag
My new shorty got a gymnastic back
87 that move green on a classic jag
She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef’s salad
She had the club foot, with that little arm
I couldn’t help but laugh, she ordered Chicken Parm
I had the full Bulls warm-up with the Pippens on

[Outro:]
Suck my motherfucking dick, it’s the young Randy Velarde
Queens, baby
Blow me

Diplo – Rock Steady (feat. Action Bronson, RiFF RAFF, Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire & Nicky Da B) lyrics

Rock, it’s me, uh yeah
My face shining looking like some salmon skin
All 12 Reggie Hammer holding hammers him
Never speak he like that short silent type
I’m in the mouth shoving eyes to get mine at night
Rose petals get grown he know he on me
Cause even at this rapper world we got stones on the street
Damn it has he gone working, come home in a week
See me stoned on the G with the chrome on the feet
Leather overall show this like I’m’
Leaning on an English whip, what the fuck with?
For me aquarium, my bitch built like secretarial
Yeah bring the chariot, I fuck the pussy not marry it
World on my shoulders, I carry it
I’m more than happy with my bitch ain’t got no saggy tip
I do her old school style and give her baggy dip

Rock, rock, rock very
Flow flow steady
Base, base heavy
Grimes fuck off
Rock, rock, rock very
Flow flow steady
Base, base heavy
Grimes fuck off
Rock, rock, rock very
Flow flow steady
Base, base heavy
Grimes fuck off
Rock, rock, rock very
Flow flow steady
Base, base heavy
Grimes fuck off

They talk in cents
Diamonds and I sent them
Break games in the real candy lane car
I’m in the trash come pack
Flip for the cal in the raise of back star
Arkansas I switch up like South Park
Team look like a pine car look like a pine
My upper bums look like my lower jaw
Kissing some Versace blend
I saw contender didn’t mean to offend you
I pull up in riffles in the candy rated…
Flush out the system’
40 liens of the Vicodin
Violent still childish evolving
Appetite for violence
Disappear act like sister
Lost the biscuits city slippers

Catch on us shitting on ‘
Black bitches till they bruise
Pretty bitches in they face dick holes in they but
Robert Mace, Robert F, longest mission really ache
Shooters like zoning throw ‘sipping moey
Goldy sweaty mix in the summer like it’s snowing
Palmer opponents turn gold if I concentrate
Break the plate rap for my team bough a cheese rap
Egg plant parmesan with’
Push up on the back of his heads
Acting like you’re certified niggers get nervous
When I walk in ‘whispered’
Young niggers cooch puff
Flows of the colon typ chosen
Bust her wide open with my staph like Moses

ASAP Ferg – The Mattress (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Mattress, mattress, mattress
Mattress, mattress, mattress, mattress
Mattress, mattress, mattress

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came a long way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was flipping the mattress

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Psycho gun in the mattress
Grandma pass it and he blast it
I came on your bitch, I’m a savage
She stretchin’ my dick like elastic
She made it disappear like magic
Bed bugs crept in the mattress
Came a long way from the mattress
Used to lay on a rug like Aladdin
Yeah, huh, now I’m like King Tut
You cuffin’ that bitch but she smuttin’
She fucked the whole block, I ain’t bluffin’
Trap Lord meaner than the mug
Wake the niggas up like Folgers in a cup
Tec go buh-buh
Don’t ever let it get fucked up

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg]
Did backflips on the mattress
Did mad shit on the mattress
Where the magic happens? On the mattress
Two ratchet fat chicks on the mattress
A nigga stash G’s in the mattress
Fuckin’ all they bitches on the mattress
Bendin’ all these bitches over backwards
LSD and the acid
Wrote mad rhymes on the mattress
Fuck mad times on the mattress
Only thing in my Margina mattress
‘Cause I (came mad times on the mattress)
King size bed full of ashes
She smoke on my dick and don’t pass it
I fuck mad dimes on my mattress
I fuck mad dimes on my mattress
Ass fat but her titty plastic
What can I say, man? I’m a jiggy bastard
Pretty motherfucker, I think I should join a pageant
For the salad, put a hole in his cabbage
(Niggarace, new Versace) ‘Preme or the Palace
Fuckin’ models, I go in schemin’ on the talent
Cover of your favorite magazine and I’m stylin’
Fuck a horse-face bitch, but her body like a stallion
She swing on my dick like she Tarzan
Call me Coach Cartier ’cause I’m ballin’
My stones look deformed like retarded
What’s the name? (Those Balmain?) How you call it?
She suck on my dick while I’m yawnin’
She missin’ the D, now she moanin’
Her ass fatter than Action Bronson (pause)
She top me like top of the mornin’
Niggarace told me to, oh shit
Niggarace told me, give me Rocky
Cause you know it’s Flacko Jodye
Icy papi, while you watchin’, copy, niggas copy copy
I ride down, sloppy toppy
When she love a nigga mane, we them niggas now
International, had em going wild
Trap jumpin’, nigga, block bunkin’ nigga

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Flacko always sleepin’ on the mattress
Waking up late or even absent
Came a long way from the mattress
School of hard knocks, graduated with my Masters
See the kids jumpin’ on the mattress
Came from the gutter where the trash is
We was sleepin’ on the pissy mattress
Guess you could blame it on our inner-city habits

Action Bronson – 9-24-7000 (feat. Rick Ross)

S**t, sweep you off your feet
Like Ryu in the corner
S**t, man, haha
Smooth, man
I’m a f*ckin’ smooth mover, ughhh.(9-24-7000)

Yo if I didn’t say it’s me you would probably think it’s Sting
My fish go bling, what, this old thing?
I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit
Then I’m gripped up, hangin’ off my shoulder, f*ck the bullshit
November rain came the same day versuri-lyrics.info
My daughter taught me how to do the Nae Nae to Calle 13
Only compare me to Kevin Spacey
Or Rubén Blades, the blunt fat like two tamales
Do a world tour and scoop some dollars
Come home and hit the pool hall
I’m fishbowlin’ new Impalas
Two Russian twins suck while I drive fast
It’s me, man.

I’m the one that takes the wolf head, wears it on my own head
Wisdom from the old heads, you ain’t gettin’ no head
You ain’t gettin’ no bread, you ain’t gettin’ no shows
You ain’t gettin’ no dough, you ain’t gettin’ no h**s
Dawg I hit the best of ’em, mothaf*ck the rest of ’em
Well now I’m nestled in the Tesla eatin’ pretzels, haaa?
I should prolly put a wetsuit on
I’ll be right back..

Young Renzel, line two
Young A.B., I got this you dig?
Yeah, yo
M-M-M-Maybach Music
I love my rude b*tches, end up as new b*tches
Skippin’ school b*tches, cookin’ me food b*tches
All my niggas down, we lookin’ like Fu-Schnickens
Got a few tickets for b*tches who truly digged us
College dormitories, fill ’em with smooth lyrics
Air Max 95s, grey sweats, true menace
Known as a Jonas, complex on the phoner
Simple individual, confident in the Lotus
Foreign ambitions, they go with my last wishes
As I open my eyes, surprised by 7 figures
Baking soda required, decided drug dealin’
Residents is divided amongst the feds and the children
Let him keep totin’ drugs if he willin’ to plead guilty
The star state witness, they’ll hit you up for that selfie
Dro can only help me, Backwood and I’m healthy
I’m the label owner, I’m the only one can shelf me, biggest
MMMMaybach Music
Boss.

Why are we letting things on the outside of our physical penetrate our soul,
penetrate our nuanced wiring system, our cerebral cortex, okay?
What really is a thought? Can you control when a thought arrives outside of the brain?
Can you or can’t you? Is free will a real thing or is it the philosophy of free will?
Seekin’ scripture, hahaaa.

The Chairman’s Intent

Lyrics to ‘The Chairman’s Intent’ by Action Bronson:

Yeah
Yeah yeah, ah
Ah-ha
It’s me, yeah

Young

–Verse 1–
These sixteen bars
Cost sixteen cars
Kiss these balls
Bitch, we stars
Fuck that shit you ain’t hot like Prince
You got little shine, but not like this
Time crumbles when the jet black M5 rumbles
Or from what I did last summer?
But motherfuckers forget
Till I’m back up on the set
Every motherfucking jump shot wet
Say [?] every day like a cartoon
Uh, they’ll never find you in a shark suit
And there will never be a part two
Shit, you’re looking at some motherfucking art boo

–Verse 2–
Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Morris [?]
Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor
I got the soul of an Amazon Healer
Better be sure to put them cameras on
Turn dreams into real shit
Yeah I might be sick
Sitting cross-eyed, I’m likely lit
Draw blood, I’m a [?]
But little man will cut your face like wedding cake

–Chorus–
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me

Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Watch the fifth wheel fall
From this top floor view, I can see it all
Yeah man
From this top floor view, I can see it all

–Verse 3–
Uh, I started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table
Uh, that shit was shining like an angel
I never trust a dude named ‘Angel’
Long sleeved 4/5th’s, turn them into an angel
Sky opened up and down came me
Young AB, flowing in a Jag from the eighties
Tanned like I just left Haiti
Looking like I had mad plastic surgery
They turned Bam Bam Chinese
And that’s fine by me
Shit, I need some time to realign my Chi
So bitch please pass that [?]
Before I get upset

–Chorus–
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me

Rick Ross – Scientology (Rather You Than Me Album)

Welcome to the Scientology of Hip Hop
Where you must sign a life long contract as well
Welcome
You’re so lucky to grow and age
Lucky to go insane, they say they spotted some cancer
Mucus built on your brain
But you tell me to keep on praying
Really this is a blessing, many been long and gone
Family your true possessions, admit I made some mistakes
Can’t blame it on adolescence, so infected with greed
Having something to see
I was running in circles and it was right next to me
This must have been God’s wishes
Cause all my friends went to prison
Nothing like Bryan Williams but when they come home I kiss em
Hold on, give me a second refreshing my recollection
Labels, we playing chess
Nothing I’m not contesting
You niggas is stupid thinking Craig Kallman won’t send his shooters
They’ve been robbing for years, no fear to blow out your noodles
Looking at B.I.G and Pac imagining all the profits
A fiend sitting at home
Picture me rolling out and no royalties in the pocket
Who really is there to blame?
Each man feed a man, children we get a gang
Scientology prophets you better stay in your lane
Let me roll up some green
This game is economics I pray you go back to college
All I’m seeing is bitches so queens go back to Hollis
Made it without a father my mother did I acknowledge
Know a crooked attorney, last name Sotomayer
I’m breaching these contracts preachers and gun claps
Smoking that Mike Dean until my lungs collapse
Bun B and Action Bronson, I’m seeing no colors
If you with me, you with me I’ma ride for my brother
Honor and pride put the salaries aside
There’s lead in the water put your prayers in the sky
Respect me as a man as you look into my eye
Let’s address if there’s gon’ be no problems down the line
See Confederate flags but I got a flag of mine
Yeah, yeah I got a flag of mine!
Yeah, bang we can do it then!
I got that money from Lil Wayne lets do it yeah

RICK ROSS – Scientology lyrics

Welcome to the Scientology of hip hop where you might
Sign a life long contract as well.. Welcome

You’re so lucky to grow and age
Lucky to go insane, they say they spotted some cancer
Mucus built on your brain
But you tell me to keep on praying
Really this is a blessing, many been long and gone
Family your true possessions, admit I made some mistakes
Can’t blame it on adolescence, so infected with greed
Having something to see
I was running in circles and it was right next to me
This must have been God’s wishes
Cause all my friends went to prison
Nothing like Bryan Williams but when they come home I kiss em
Hold on, give me a second refreshing my recollection
Labels, we playing chess
Nothing I’m not contested, you niggas is stupid
Thinking Craig Kallman won’t send his shooters
They’ve been robbing for years. no fear to blow out your noodles
Looking at B.I.G and Pac imagining all the profits
A fiend sitting at home
Picture me rolling out and no royalties in the pocket
Who really is there to blame
Each man feed a man, children we get a gang
Scientology prophets you better stay in your lane
Let me roll up some green

This game is economics I pray you go back to college
All I’m seeing is bitches so queens go back to Hollis
Made it without a father my mother did I acknowledge
Know a crooked attorney, last name Sotomayer
I’m breaching these contracts preachers and gun claps
Smoking that Mike Dean until my lungs collapse
Bun B and Action Bronson, I’m seeing no colors
If you with me you with me I’ma ride for my brother
Honor and pride put the salaries aside
This lead in the water put your prayers in the sky
Respect me as a man as you looking in my eye
Lets address the [?] won’t be no problems down the line
See confederate flags but I got a flag of mine
Yeah… yeah, I got a flag of mine!
Yeah bang we can do it then!
I got that money from Lil Wayne lets do it yeah