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Action Bronson on The Combat Jack Show Ep. 3

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Combat Jack:

Action, life is different for you right now.

Action Bronson:

Yeah. I mean, no, not really.

Combat Jack:

You have a deal right now. Tell us about your deal.

Action Bronson:

I have a deal. I'm putting out an album with someone.

Combat Jack:

Who are you putting out a deal with? Who are you with?

Action Bronson:

It was initially Vice/Warner Bros., but I got traded to Atlantic.

Combat Jack:

You're at Atlantic proper?

Action Bronson:

I'm at Atlantic right now.

Combat Jack:

Are people treating you different?

Action Bronson:

Mm-hmm.

Combat Jack:

How so?

Action Bronson:

I can't pay for meals these days.

Combat Jack:

It's crazy, right? You get more money.

Action Bronson:

You get money, and you can't pay for meals. I pay for everything. I take everyone out for dinners and shit like that.

Combat Jack:

Have people around you changed, you feel? Some people?

Action Bronson:

Yeah. Definitely.

Combat Jack:

Do you think some people feel a little bit jealous of your success?

Action Bronson:

I don't know. I can't call it, what anyone else feels.

Combat Jack:

Don't call it, you might spoil it.

Action Bronson:

Exactly. I just know how someone acts toward me. If I feel a funny way, then I'm not bugging.

Combat Jack:

But you take note.

Action Bronson:

I just know I'm the same guy.

Combat Jack:

You had a controversy last year.

Action Bronson:

With?

Combat Jack:

Instagram.

Action Bronson:

Oh, yeah.

Combat Jack:

You were in a situation were you captured one of your boys pouring some liquor on a passed-out transgender.

Speaker 2:

Water.

Action Bronson:

No, that's not even the case.

Combat Jack:

What was the case? Because you caught a little bit of flack for that.

Action Bronson:

Yeah. That wasn't even the case. We were just eating at 3 in the morning, and this fucking person, that was a woman, that wasn't a transgender anything, was a woman that was deranged, laying in the street.

Combat Jack:

With some very masculine features.

Action Bronson:

Yeah. It was funny. I thought it was going to be funny when I wrote it. I didn't think it was a transgender person.

Combat Jack:

You didn't know it was.

Action Bronson:

No, I didn't think it was. I just knew it was a funny-looking person, that was passed out in front of the train station. That's it.

Combat Jack:

Right. Your man was pouring some water on the person.

Action Bronson:

It was nothing like that. There was water on the person. I'm not going to say who did it.

Combat Jack:

Right. Allegedly.

Action Bronson:

No.

Combat Jack:

Okay. I like how you say no.

Action Bronson:

I didn't see that happen. I just took the picture of the person with water on them. That was it.

Combat Jack:

And then, next thing you know . . .

Action Bronson:

Because I called it, it. I didn't know. I'm ignorant, and I didn't know the proper term. It was stupid, to say the least. It was dumb. It was stupid.

Combat Jack:

Now your mom was upset?

Action Bronson:

My mother was very upset at me.

Combat Jack:

Upset with you.

Action Bronson:

Yeah.

Combat Jack:

What did she say to you?

Action Bronson:

She called me a fucking asshole.

Combat Jack:

Were you surprised at the blowback?

Action Bronson:

Yes.

Combat Jack:

Tell us some of the responses you were getting.

Action Bronson:

I love all kinds of crazy shit, so you could say the craziest things to me, and I would laugh. I don't take anything to heart. People calling me this, like sexist, racist, bigot, that's the furthest thing from what I am. I don't give a fuck if you're gay, tranny, anything. I don't care. I'll be friends with anybody.

Combat Jack:

Action, one question that we ask everybody that's on our show is what's the dumbest rapper shit you ever did? Dumb rapper shit. The minute you get your check, what's the dumbest rapper shit you ever did?

Action Bronson:

I'm an old man. I don't do anything stupid.

Combat Jack:

You don't do dumb shit?

Action Bronson:

Nope. I don't live beyond my means. I spend $3000 on sushi, because I could afford it.

Combat Jack:

Okay. How much do you weigh?

Action Bronson:

325, right now.

Combat Jack:

Do you have a weight problem?

Action Bronson:

No.

Combat Jack:

I'm just saying. Come on.

Action Bronson:

I don't have a weight problem. I choose to be at this point. I could easily lose weight. I've lost weight up and down my entire life. I've always fluctuated, but right now, I'm at a point where I smoke a lot of drugs every morning.

Combat Jack:

Every morning. Wake and bake?

Action Bronson:

I take my kids to school, and I do drugs. I'm not going to lie.

Combat Jack:

Nice. But you work hard to have this life.

Action Bronson:

Of course. You know, but you get lazy. Shit happens.

Combat Jack:

You get hungry.

Action Bronson:

Yeah. I can't call it. There's no rhyme or reason for why I am the way I am. I'm just I am. I'm literally sculpted under this.

Combat Jack:

Of course.

Action Bronson:

No, I'm serious. I'm fucking sculpted. Yes.

Combat Jack:

A six-pack?

Action Bronson:

I've never had a six-pack, but I've definitely been ripped in the chest area and the fucking triceps. I've been juiced.

Combat Jack:

You're like a sex symbol. People see you like a sex symbol.

Action Bronson:

Some do.

Combat Jack:

What's the deal with the shorts?

Action Bronson:

It's just comfort. It's not like it's a thing.

Combat Jack:

It's not a fashion thing? You're not trying to be . . .

Action Bronson:

I'm not that guy.

Combat Jack:

. . . fancy?

Action Bronson:

I've got the fucking tank top from Walmart. I'm ready to go swimming right now. I'm in the trunks. This is summer New York shit.

Combat Jack:

Action, listen, you've been a great guest. Before you leave, I want you to . . .

Action Bronson:

What do you want me to do, rap?

Combat Jack:

I want you to leave us with a taste. I'm a fan of yours. We go back.

Action Bronson:

All right.

Combat Jack:

You don't want to rap to a beat?

Action Bronson:

I don't rap to beats anymore.

Combat Jack:

Okay. Why not?

Action Bronson:

I'm doing a whole album produced by myself. No beats.

Combat Jack:

Right. No beats?

Action Bronson:

Nope.

Combat Jack:

A cappella. A; A cappella album.

Combat Jack:

You're really doing that? The purpose is what? Why are you putting it out there?

Action Bronson:

I'm fucking with you, man.

Combat Jack:

Why are you fucking with me, man?

Action Bronson:

I'm not going to do a goddamn a cappella album.

Combat Jack:

Don't fuck with me, man.

Action Bronson:

But I'm going a cappella right now. Where am I rapping to? You? Rap like it's a happy birthday song?

Combat Jack:

Rap to the camera.

Action Bronson:

I'm rapping to you.

Combat Jack:

Don't rap to me.

Action Bronson:

I'm rapping to my friends.

Combat Jack:

Give me some shit, man.

Action Bronson:

Nobody made me. I made myself. Crumbled hundreds. Thousand dollar spreads on a Thursday, for a luncheon. I'm on a toilet getting blumpkin. Smoking orange weed like a pumpkin. You get blasted over assumption. Foreign frame, French cookie, fly upholstery. Bitches in Sweden got some posters of me. Left-handed, I control the V. Rocking the cloak with the rope, the napkin tucked. We established. Pass the salad, fuck, I shoot a handsome buck, roasted in a pan and stuff. You sooner see this motherfucker in Japan with Puff.

Combat Jack:

Konnichiwa.

Action Bronson:

Bitches sucking my son's dick at age 5. Strange ties, Puerto Rican with the gray eyes. Souffles rise, then fall, soon as the fork touch. Raw papers with the coriander coarse cut. Shorty with me got the spandex with the horse butt.

Combat Jack:

What?

Action Bronson:

Muslim wedding, man, the paper getting tossed up. The Magic Johnson of the game, these lames don't want to play with me. I'm done.

Combat Jack:

Done! [Inaudible 07:20] Combat Jack Show! Action Bronson!


In part three of the Action Bronson series on the Combat Jack Show, the Queens rapper describes how an incident online went too far.

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