Action Bronson Discusses His New Album “Mr. Wonderful”: “It’s Just Happy, Funny, Rugged, Rough Rap”

When Action Bronson isn’t fending off stagerushers or filming his new food show, Fuck, That’s Delicious, he’s been hard at work on his new album. Yesterday the rapper revealed that the upcoming project would be called Mr. Wonderful, and today we get a little more information about what to expect. In an interview with NME, Bronson stated:

The album is sounding incredible. The whole album is a standout. I don’t care about individual songs, I’m trying to make a complete, classic project. I just do my music uninfluenced by anybody else, or current trends, and it comes together at the end. Nothing needs to have a fucking theme all the time. This is just rap. I’m not trying to make people think I’m some sort of scientific wizard or inspirational poet. Fuck that! It’s just happy, funny, rugged, rough rap.

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  • My Name Is My Name

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    Now, the stakes is getting higher & higher
    Like going from condos to estates that’s flyer & flyer
    Got a strong hold on this fate to rise to a sire
    Pull a long nose to escape the eye of the tiger
    The wrong hoes get laced in bridal attire
    So long foes, they face a sight full of fire
    See I’m dy-no-mite, stomping on em with a Dino’s might
    Even in my weak stages, living through a winos night
    I felt so home on a metro nome
    In the city, on that green, I’m a Metro Gnome
    Where niggas get pet, throw bones, collect yo’ soul
    They slit necks, blow chromes, to get those Foams, so
    Power.equality Zigzagzig’s Sour’s the highest quality
    Lit mad spliffs, piled up a minor salary
    Nick bag gigs, vagina from Valerie that I slid back wit
    She used to front bread, head was stupid,lead us into dumb sex
    Culminate in orgasms shared on a bunk bed
    Today Pinky, we take over the world
    Say we, speak distinctly over soda & curls
    No time for lacks a daisy, to prove my point, might just slap a baby
    Now go ahead, ask, I’m crazy
    See my present is, it’s 2 weeks for a check to get
    Restlessness, have me blunt breathing from my Resin lips

    Conquering the world, starting with 50 bucks
    Bout to take a leap of faith, man, somebody wish me luck
    Any fucks not give, I’m not that supplier
    The stakes? They getting higher & higher
    Higher & higher

    I heard words spoke that had never been seen
    I smoke & go to sleep, chasing the American Dream
    Hung in Honeycomb’s as a rebellious teen
    Strung out off money woes, try to jet to the cream
    So all I got is ends on weed, smoking off a 5 spot
    My real understanding came choking at The Five Spot
    Have you ever felt so high, only to fall violent?
    That was me, after 1 too many Long Island’s
    The taste of defeat wasn’t foot fetish- like
    Turned into a curse, when I was supposed to bless the mic
    Before 25’s potential, after it’s results
    Words from an old head, getting blasted in his truck, huh
    That sounds fair to me, since nobody compare to me
    What come single to most must come pair to me
    It’s one shot, like you down to the last bullet
    Cor said, “grab the bull by the horns then pull it”, huh
    Marks on my past keep the stains fresh
    A couple mil before I’m 30 is where I aim next
    Pull up to Bankhead, some bank heads, my dame sex-y
    On the arm, wit dis trophy I can flex
    My main sweat, is letting this empire rise
    Spit in fears face, sling a rock in Goliath’s eye
    Gotta see both Ke’son & Aniya fly
    & keep our heads floating while we wash in a quiet tide
    Cause we

    Conquering the world, starting with 50 bucks
    Bout to take a leap of faith, man, somebody wish me luck
    Any fucks not given, I’m not that supplier
    The stakes? They getting higher & higher
    Higher & higher

    Stakes getting higher like sirloin bong hits
    Those that ain’t wit it, give the sir loins long kiss
    I made some wells kinda rich, per coins tossed in
    But if you get it in ya own, ya earn ya points then
    I pinched nicks, just to try to fatten up thin chips
    So Con Ed ain’t black power like a clinched fist
    Shit gets intense like Indians, I empty pens
    Pouring out my soul to the Benjie-men’s
    Bills piling, at a job still wyling
    Mega Millions ticket prayed over for a chill island
    Could get erased wit a cool song, escape from using Groupon
    & that spot at my momma place, on a fucking Futon
    Niggas need coverage, a way expanded budget
    Cause we hardly getting nah help coming from the government
    Accounts in the red like the shit got blood in it
    To mountains of bread, drop chips, start flooding it

    Conquering the world starting with 50 bucks
    Bout to take a leap of faith, man, somebody wish me luck
    Any fucks not given, I’m not that supplier
    The stakes? They getting higher & higher
    Higher & higher