CZARFACE, MF DOOM - Bomb Thrown lyrics

"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, 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 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 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 they ass deep in some far-off Safari
And prob'ly even got the answer to
"Who the hell are we?"
Metal Face squadrone, tell the real ones
"Shalom" in a calm tone, bomb thrown