Discover the poetic beauty in ‘The Rising’ by Action Bronson. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Action Bronson or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Fly Mary in to sing to the cow before we slaughtered it
Then I ordered it
Don’t say a word to me
You already committed perjury
A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don’t play that
You know better, you better save that
Laid by the pool, my legs gettin’ massaged by your professional
Strictly business, nothin’ sexual
Seasonal vegetables lookin’ exceptional
You ain’t think I was hot then, now you wanna hum on my testicles
I’m from a dirty borough where that Sun don’t come out
But when the moon come, the goons come, the crew runs
Like a big Jamaican, I stand adjacent
To that S600 in amazement
My time gon’ come, I’m headed to the top right
I never wore makeup, and I’m ready for the spotlight
You know I got my hoodie on, and it’s such a hot night
Shit I’m straight from Queens, catch me in the limo like it’s prom night
Don’t say a word to me
You already committed perjury
A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don’t play that
You know better, you better save that
This that do a hundred in the rental in the rain
With the jammy, a day before I have to go to Spain
Livin’ on the edge, different colored women in my bed
Different, different colored linens on my leg
My mother said I better win or else she’ll f*ck me up
Ma we did it, I love you, you lucky slut
Since I was young I had the husky gut
But I’m gorgeous, got money in the pouch just like a tourist
Swerve in a Skylark, big piece of the pie chart
Bitch this is fine art, I guess my shine on
You lyin’, dog, you never even put the iron on
You drive a Scion, you ain’t ridin’, dog
Me, I’m cell built, grab your chest
Still get hit with right hands from left field
My life is a kaleidoscope
She makes me feel just like I’m high on dope
I never calm down, shoot the gun without puttin’ my son down
Don’t say a word to me
You already committed perjury
A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don’t play that
You know better, you better save that