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