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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, run it 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 SongtexteSo 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 fittin' to 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 squad drone, tell the real ones, "Shalom" In a calm tone, bomb thrown Aus Songtexte Mania