Action Bronson – Mongolia (ft. Meyhem Lauren & Hologram) (Audio, Lyrics)

Action Bronson unveils “Mongolia” featuring Meyhem Lauren & Hologram. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Action Bronson.

Action Bronson Mongolia

Opening with a mood-setting quote from The Wire’s second season, the inimitable Action “Bronsolinio” Bronson knows how to immerse listeners into his world. With his new project Only For Dolphins set to swim ashore on September 25th, boasting production from Alchemist and more, Bronson has come through with another new drop. “Mongolia” finds him connecting with both Hologram and Meyhem Lauren, conjuring a Mediterranean aesthetic with a twangy guitar riff. “David Caruso couldn’t connect the story, solve the puzzle,” raps Action. “His favorite murder weapon was a shovel.”

Though his verse is ultimately brief, Bronson makes effective use of his time with no shortage of absurd imagery and zany quotables. Picking up where he drops off is Hologram, equally specific though more of a straight-man to Bronson’s comedic relief. “I eat African shrooms, while rappin’ on tunes, back in June when I clapped at your goon,” he raps, his flow dexterous. Last comes Meyhem Lauren, who keeps the energy going with some luxury food bars in his opening lines. “Meyhem doin’ good, that’s a rumor that I heard,” he raps. “There was time he was eatin’ bluefin tuna.”

Action Bronson – Mongolia (ft. Meyhem Lauren & Hologram) (prod. Action Bronson)

Lyrics

[Intro: Action Bronson]
He knows my name but, my name is not my name
And you?
To them you’re only the Greek
And of course I’m not even Greek
Yeah, Baklava, yeah
Hologram, yeah
That’s comin’ up

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yo it’s Mister 40/40 (Uh)
Dressed like I’m Treach from Naughty
A young brother that’ll stretch your shorty (Damn)
David Caruso couldn’t connect the story (What’s up?), solve the puzzle
His favorite murder weapon was a shovel
It’s the jefe (Uh), Spanish women all over my body like I’m Machete homes
All I do is write these essay poems
Let’s get dusted at the Mets game homes (Uh)
Like sixteen handles, catch me swervin’ in the [?] lane home (Woo)
I don’t even got my left leg on (Damn)
Tryna dance tonight (Damn)
You said some language, that I seen rappers [?]
Me and my brother go together just like lamb and rice
(Fuck me)

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2: Hologram]
I eat African shrooms, while rappin’ on tombs
Back in June when I clapped at your goon (Ah)
My car color blue off, fool it’s new and it’s too off
‘Fore the limo driver moved off, [?] off
He took off shoes
Workin’ on my murdy pot, your heard me slut
Hurry up, curry pot, uh
I need a bitch to go down on me (Down)
I mean really go to town on me (Town)
I mean really do a number on me (Suck that dick, bitch)
Supplyin’ an elite, a few fiends died at my feet (Woo)
Got dealt a bad hand, off a half gram (Ow)
Feeds the fam, and gave you a half xan
And throw you at the Grand Canyon (You fuckin’ dead, haha)

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]
Yeah, uh
Uh
Meyhem doin’ good, that’s a rumor that I heard
There was time he was eatin’ blue fin tuna
They wanna test me like I’m Bradley Bill
None of your motherfuckas real, my nigga pass the steel
Mass Appeal, mass production
Mass destruction, crime, corruption
Wine consumption
On the plaza down [?]
Put some through shade ’cause they jealous of my medallion
Picture [?], late nights like Jimmy Fallon
What we seal, covered with [?], bitches be starin’
My life story is an all couture outfit
We gettin’ money kid, you niggas ain’t ’bout shit

[Instrumental Outro]