Bomb Thrown

Break out the fine.- Villain!
 ♪
 I warm it up like Kane in his prime
 Fuck with us, you insane in the mind
 You cowards way out of line
 Money talk, boy you wastin' my time
 You don't want to put the work in
 You just want a taste of the shine
 Real talk, so it's hard to trust
 I'm in it for the long ride, like I drive a charter bus
 Scars and blood, from the deadly bars I bust
 In Czar we trust, the army buy they bombs off us
 Blog about it naysayer, you can hardly doubt it
 Who's the best? Who's the worst? We could argue hours
 Runnin' through soldier field, I'm Jordan Howard
 Nowadays they respect money more than power
 Money, power, respect, we all want some
 I ain't waitin', I needed it, one lump sum
 Made men trade hands with young guns
 They stopped manufacturin' the cloth that I'm cut from
 ♪
 I be laughin' at the beef as though I'm body-shamin' exes
 Only time you set-trip is when you binge on Netflix
 Reckless, run it up like, "Eso, listen please
 Alright I like the beat except the snare, kick and keys"
 Geez, I teach but I kill them when the class on
 So I got no pupils like Spidey with the mask on
 Generally speaking, each rhyme is five star
 Split personality, I ride with a side car
 I can't think of the rhyme, it must be misplaced
 It's on the tip of my tongue like Stan Smith's face
 Hold on - hmm, something 'bout a fly sound
 And how you got no bars like a dry town, so pipe down
 The beat bumps like bad skin
 "Captain gonna teach stuff", shout to Kraglin that's the line, yo
 Let the mind take you where the cameras can't
 It's very necessary like a Q-Tip Grammy rant
 ♪
 (DOOM was imminent)
 Due to jet lag, good afternoon or is that night?
 Militants speak proper, some airheads said he act white
 Catch flight, bread good so he tends to pack light
 Got jokes, but usually don't engage in no snap fight
 Could be considered a waste confrontin' snakes on the back bite
 Detrimental to culture that they lack sight, ass-wipe
 Catch him on stage, mad hype, with a trashed mic
 Month later, in the gutter, glass pipe and a flashlight
 Lookin' 'round for something, he still scurry
 Bewilder, incite riots, the mind's gone blurry
 There wasn't really shit to say, much to they chagrin or dismay
 The licks had 'em on the ropes,
 then he made a big mistake and hit the hay
 Went home and hit the day
 Burn the midnight oil and freak the shit a different way
 Disaster, time is a component
 Settin' fire to rappers in a monumental moment
 And the game's potent, it's like a never-ending quotient
 A minute ago it was smiles and
 hugs, now where the fuck the dough went?
 He so bent it's like he set the shit straight again
 Bombs fittin' to drop and he ain't even close to sayin' when
 (V-V-Villain) Nothin' ever stolen
 Was given as a blessin', think the Universe owe him
 Got faith in the vessel but know when to keep rowin'
 Yeah and get up out your own way when deliverin' a poem
 Those who think they do, don't know him
 No different than a squad of birds ready to blow him
 Sorry Charlie, get back up on your Harley
 Win, lose or draw, plus beat you at Atari
 Drop they ass deep in some far-off Safari
 And prob'ly even got the answer to, "Who the hell are we?"
 Metal Face squad drone, tell the real ones, "Shalom"
 In a calm tone, bomb thrown
 
 Break out the fine.- Villain!
 ♪
 I warm it up like Kane in his prime
 Fuck with us, you insane in the mind
 You cowards way out of line
 Money talk, boy you wastin' my time
 You don't want to put the work in
 You just want a taste of the shine
 Real talk, so it's hard to trust
 I'm in it for the long ride, like I drive a charter bus
 Scars and blood, from the deadly bars I bust
 In Czar we trust, the army buy they bombs off us
 Blog about it naysayer, you can hardly doubt it
 Who's the best? Who's the worst? We could argue hours
 Runnin' through soldier field, I'm Jordan Howard
 Nowadays they respect money more than power
 Money, power, respect, we all want some
 I ain't waitin', I needed it, one lump sum
 Made men trade hands with young guns
 They stopped manufacturin' the cloth that I'm cut from
 ♪
 I be laughin' at the beef as though I'm body-shamin' exes
 Only time you set-trip is when you binge on Netflix
 Reckless, run it up like, "Eso, listen please
 Alright I like the beat except the snare, kick and keys"
 Geez, I teach but I kill them when the class on
 So I got no pupils like Spidey with the mask on
 Generally speaking, each rhyme is five star
 Split personality, I ride with a side car
 I can't think of the rhyme, it must be misplaced
 It's on the tip of my tongue like Stan Smith's face
 Hold on - hmm, something 'bout a fly sound
 And how you got no bars like a dry town, so pipe down
 The beat bumps like bad skin
 "Captain gonna teach stuff", shout to Kraglin that's the line, yo
 Let the mind take you where the cameras can't
 It's very necessary like a Q-Tip Grammy rant
 ♪
 (DOOM was imminent)
 Due to jet lag, good afternoon or is that night?
 Militants speak proper, some airheads said he act white
 Catch flight, bread good so he tends to pack light
 Got jokes, but usually don't engage in no snap fight
 Could be considered a waste confrontin' snakes on the back bite
 Detrimental to culture that they lack sight, ass-wipe
 Catch him on stage, mad hype, with a trashed mic
 Month later, in the gutter, glass pipe and a flashlight
 Lookin' 'round for something, he still scurry
 Bewilder, incite riots, the mind's gone blurry
 There wasn't really shit to say, much to they chagrin or dismay
 The licks had 'em on the ropes,
 then he made a big mistake and hit the hay
 Went home and hit the day
 Burn the midnight oil and freak the shit a different way
 Disaster, time is a component
 Settin' fire to rappers in a monumental moment
 And the game's potent, it's like a never-ending quotient
 A minute ago it was smiles and
 hugs, now where the fuck the dough went?
 He so bent it's like he set the shit straight again
 Bombs fittin' to drop and he ain't even close to sayin' when
 (V-V-Villain) Nothin' ever stolen
 Was given as a blessin', think the Universe owe him
 Got faith in the vessel but know when to keep rowin'
 Yeah and get up out your own way when deliverin' a poem
 Those who think they do, don't know him
 No different than a squad of birds ready to blow him
 Sorry Charlie, get back up on your Harley
 Win, lose or draw, plus beat you at Atari
 Drop they ass deep in some far-off Safari
 And prob'ly even got the answer to, "Who the hell are we?"
 Metal Face squad drone, tell the real ones, "Shalom"
 In a calm tone, bomb thrown
 
 Break out the fine.- Villain!
 ♪
 I warm it up like Kane in his prime
 Fuck with us, you insane in the mind
 You cowards way out of line
 Money talk, boy you wastin' my time
 You don't want to put the work in
 You just want a taste of the shine
 Real talk, so it's hard to trust
 I'm in it for the long ride, like I drive a charter bus
 Scars and blood, from the deadly bars I bust
 In Czar we trust, the army buy they bombs off us
 Blog about it naysayer, you can hardly doubt it
 Who's the best? Who's the worst? We could argue hours
 Runnin' through soldier field, I'm Jordan Howard
 Nowadays they respect money more than power
 Money, power, respect, we all want some
 I ain't waitin', I needed it, one lump sum
 Made men trade hands with young guns
 They stopped manufacturin' the cloth that I'm cut from
 ♪
 I be laughin' at the beef as though I'm body-shamin' exes
 Only time you set-trip is when you binge on Netflix
 Reckless, run it up like, "Eso, listen please
 Alright I like the beat except the snare, kick and keys"
 Geez, I teach but I kill them when the class on
 So I got no pupils like Spidey with the mask on
 Generally speaking, each rhyme is five star
 Split personality, I ride with a side car
 I can't think of the rhyme, it must be misplaced
 It's on the tip of my tongue like Stan Smith's face
 Hold on - hmm, something 'bout a fly sound
 And how you got no bars like a dry town, so pipe down
 The beat bumps like bad skin
 "Captain gonna teach stuff", shout to Kraglin that's the line, yo
 Let the mind take you where the cameras can't
 It's very necessary like a Q-Tip Grammy rant
 ♪
 (DOOM was imminent)
 Due to jet lag, good afternoon or is that night?
 Militants speak proper, some airheads said he act white
 Catch flight, bread good so he tends to pack light
 Got jokes, but usually don't engage in no snap fight
 Could be considered a waste confrontin' snakes on the back bite
 Detrimental to culture that they lack sight, ass-wipe
 Catch him on stage, mad hype, with a trashed mic
 Month later, in the gutter, glass pipe and a flashlight
 Lookin' 'round for something, he still scurry
 Bewilder, incite riots, the mind's gone blurry
 There wasn't really shit to say, much to they chagrin or dismay
 The licks had 'em on the ropes,
 then he made a big mistake and hit the hay
 Went home and hit the day
 Burn the midnight oil and freak the shit a different way
 Disaster, time is a component
 Settin' fire to rappers in a monumental moment
 And the game's potent, it's like a never-ending quotient
 A minute ago it was smiles and
 hugs, now where the fuck the dough went?
 He so bent it's like he set the shit straight again
 Bombs fittin' to drop and he ain't even close to sayin' when
 (V-V-Villain) Nothin' ever stolen
 Was given as a blessin', think the Universe owe him
 Got faith in the vessel but know when to keep rowin'
 Yeah and get up out your own way when deliverin' a poem
 Those who think they do, don't know him
 No different than a squad of birds ready to blow him
 Sorry Charlie, get back up on your Harley
 Win, lose or draw, plus beat you at Atari
 Drop they ass deep in some far-off Safari
 And prob'ly even got the answer to, "Who the hell are we?"
 Metal Face squad drone, tell the real ones, "Shalom"
 In a calm tone, bomb thrown