Bomb Thrown

[Intro: samples]

"Break out the fine—"

"Villain!"

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]

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 in one lump sum

Made men trade hands with young guns

They stopped manufacturin' the cloth that I'm cut from

[Verse 2: Esoteric]

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, runnin' 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 gotta 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

[Interlude: sample]

"DOOM was imminent"

[Verse 3: MF DOOM]

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 their 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 finna 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 their ass deep in some far-off Safari

And probably even got the answer to, "Who the hell are we?"

Metal Face squadrone, tell the real ones, "Shalom"

In a calm tone, bomb thrown