Bomb thrown - Czarface and MF Doom
Collages maken, is dat ook voor u iets uit een lang vervlogen (kleuter)verleden? Een vorm van artistieke expressie voor wie nog niet goed weet te tekenen of schilderen, maar al ideeën heeft van wat hij/zij op papier wil? Think again: zelfs hippe coolcats als Czarface en MF Doom maken er gebruik van voor de clip bij hun samenwerking, Bomb thrown, voorloper van hun volgende week te verschijnen album Czarface meets metal face. De song zelf klinkt lekker mellow en relax in weerwil van de lyrics.
Je kan het album Czarface meets metal face hier alvast bestellen.
Lyrics:
I warm it up like Kane in his prime
F*ck 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
I be laughin’ at the beef as though I’m bodyshamin’ exes
Only time you set-trip is when you binge on Netflix
Reckless, run it up like.. Eso, listen please
Alright I’d like the beat except the snare, kick and keys
Geez, I teach but I kill them when the class 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 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, yeah
Let the mind take where the cameras can’t
It’s very necessary like a Q-Tip Grammy rant
(DOOM was imminent)
DOOM jet lagged, good afternoon or is that night
Militants speak proper, some airheads said he act white
Catch flight, red .. 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
Mo’ flavor in the gutter, glass pipe and a flashlight
Lookin’ round for something, he still scurry
Bewilder, incite riots, minds gone blurry
There wasn’t really sh*t 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*t 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*ck the dough went
He so bent it’s like he set the sh*t straight again
Bombs from the drop and he ain’t even close to sayin’ when
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 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...
F*ck 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
I be laughin’ at the beef as though I’m bodyshamin’ exes
Only time you set-trip is when you binge on Netflix
Reckless, run it up like.. Eso, listen please
Alright I’d like the beat except the snare, kick and keys
Geez, I teach but I kill them when the class 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 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, yeah
Let the mind take where the cameras can’t
It’s very necessary like a Q-Tip Grammy rant
(DOOM was imminent)
DOOM jet lagged, good afternoon or is that night
Militants speak proper, some airheads said he act white
Catch flight, red .. 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
Mo’ flavor in the gutter, glass pipe and a flashlight
Lookin’ round for something, he still scurry
Bewilder, incite riots, minds gone blurry
There wasn’t really sh*t 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*t 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*ck the dough went
He so bent it’s like he set the sh*t straight again
Bombs from the drop and he ain’t even close to sayin’ when
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 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...
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