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