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out the fine.- Villain!

I warm it up like Kane in his
Fuck us, you insane in the mind
You way out of line
Money talk, boy you wastin' my
You want to put the work in
You want a taste of the shine
Real talk, so hard to trust
I'm in it for the long ride, I drive a charter bus
Scars and blood, from the deadly I bust
In Czar we trust, the army buy bombs off us
Blog about it naysayer, you can hardly it
Who's the best? Who's the worst? We could hours
Runnin' soldier field, I'm Jordan Howard
Nowadays they respect money than power
Money, power, respect, we all some
I ain't waitin', I needed it, one sum
Made men hands with young guns
They stopped manufacturin' the cloth that I'm cut

I be laughin' at the beef as I'm body-shamin' exes
Only 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 when the class on
So I got no pupils Spidey with the mask on
Generally speaking, each rhyme is star
Split personality, I ride a side car
I can't think of the rhyme, it be misplaced
It's on the tip of my tongue like Stan face
on - hmm, something 'bout a fly sound
And how you got no like a dry town, so pipe down
The beat bumps bad skin
"Captain teach stuff", shout to Kraglin that's the line, yo
Let the mind take you where the can't
It's necessary like a Q-Tip Grammy rant

(DOOM was imminent)

Due to jet lag, good or is that night?
Militants speak proper, some airheads he act white
Catch flight, good so he tends to pack light
Got jokes, but usually engage in no snap fight
Could be a waste confrontin' snakes on the back bite
to culture that they lack sight, ass-wipe
Catch him on stage, mad hype, a trashed mic
later, in the gutter, glass pipe and a flashlight
Lookin' 'round for something, he still
Bewilder, incite riots, the mind's gone
There really shit to say, much to they chagrin or dismay
The had 'em on the ropes,
he made a big mistake and hit the hay

Went and hit the day
Burn the midnight oil and freak the shit a way
Disaster, time is a
Settin' fire to rappers in a moment
And the game's potent, it's like a never-ending
A ago it was smiles and
hugs, now the fuck the dough went?

He so bent it's like he set the shit again
Bombs fittin' to drop and he ain't even close to when
(V-V-Villain) Nothin' stolen
Was given as a blessin', think the owe him
Got in the vessel but know when to keep rowin'
Yeah and get up out your own way deliverin' a poem
Those who think they do, know him

No than a squad of birds ready to blow him
Sorry Charlie, get back up on your
Win, lose or draw, plus beat you at
Drop ass deep in some far-off Safari
And prob'ly even got the to, "Who the hell are we?"
Metal Face squad drone, the real ones, "Shalom"
In a calm tone, bomb