MF DOOM - Bomb Thrown lyrics

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I warm it up like Kane in his prime f** with us, you insane in the mind You cowards way out of line Money talk, boy you wasting 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 chartered 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 Run into soldier field, I'm Jordan Howard Nowadays they respect money more than power Money, power, respect: we all want some I ain't waiting I needed it one lump sum Made men trade hands with young dons They stopped manufacturing the cloth that I'm cut from [Verse 2: Esoteric] 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 (?) Alright I'd like the beat except the snare, kick and keys Geez, I teach but I k** them when the cla** 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 Sam 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 (?) that's the line, yeah Let the mind take where the cameras can't It's very necessary like a Q-Tip Grammy rant (DOOM was imminent) [Verse 3: MF DOOM] DOOM jet lagged, good afternoon or is that night Militants speak proper, some airheads said he act white Catch flight, [?] 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, a**-wipe Catch him on stage, mad hype, with a trashed mic Mo' flavor in the gutter, gla** pipe and a flashlight Lookin' round for something, he still scurry Bewilder, incite riots, minds gone blurry There wasn't really sh** to say Much to they chagrin or dismay 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 flip the sh** 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 f** the dough went? He so bent it's like he set the sh** straight again Bombs from the 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 faked 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 a** 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