Bomb Thrown
Czarface Lyrics


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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 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 body-shamin' 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 you 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, bread win 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 shit 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 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 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 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

Overall Meaning

The song "Bomb Thrown" by Czarface features collaborations from two of the most illustrious names in rap history, MF DOOM and Vik Vaughn. The song begins with MF DOOM’s voice urging Czarface to "Break out the fine, Villain," a callback to the earlier collaboration between the two. Czarface's opening verse has him warming up to the task at hand, while simultaneously calling out the industry for its lack of personal investment. He compares himself to Hall of Fame wrestler Kane, and raps about how people are obsessed with chasing money rather than having true power. He then proceeds to remind the world that he's the real deal, and that Czarface is the type of cloth that can't be manufactured anymore.


Vik Vaughn shines on the second verse, using his bars to attack those who fail to recognize him as one of the best hip-hop artists in the game. He utilizes an array of clever rhymes and metaphors to describe his prowess as a rapper. He contrasts himself with people who pretend to be one thing when in reality, they are not. He spits about how he has learned to ignore those who don't know him and how he is ready to face any challenge head-on.


MF DOOM concludes the song with a verse that flows smoothly, complementing the instrumental. His lyrics are trademark DOOM, laced with heavy metaphors, and allusions. He describes the rap game as "a never-ending quotient," and how it is hard to separate honest workers from treacherous frauds. As the song ends, we hear MF DOOM say, "Metal face squad drone, tell the real ones, 'Shalom.'/ In a calm tone, bomb thrown," signifying that despite any setbacks he has faced, he is still standing.


Line by Line Meaning

Break out the fine, Villain!
Let's start this off, Villain!


I warm it up like Kane in his prime
I am getting myself ready, like Kane used to when he was in his prime


Fuck with us, you insane in the mind
If you try to mess with us, you have to be crazy


You cowards way out of line
You people are crossing the line like cowards


Money talk, boy you wasting my time
Stop wasting my time with your talk about money


You don't want to put the work in
You are not willing to do the work


You just want a taste of the shine
You only want a little bit of success


Real talk, so it's hard to trust
What I am saying is true, so it is hard to trust anyone


I'm in it for the long ride
I am in this for the long haul


Like I drive a chartered bus
Similar to how I would drive a bus that takes people on long journeys


Scars and blood, from the deadly bars I bust
I have scars and blood on me from the powerful raps that I spit


In Czar we trust, the army buy they bombs off us
The Czarface crew trusts in themselves, and the army buys their bombs from them


Blog about it naysayer you can hardly doubt it
If you have something negative to say, try posting about it on your blog. But even then, you can hardly doubt what I do


Who's the best who's the worst we could argue hours
We could argue for hours about who is the best and who is the worst


Run into soldier field, I'm Jordan Howard
I am like Jordan Howard, charging hard into the field like a soldier


Nowadays they respect money more than power
These days, people respect those who have money more than those who have power


Money, power, respect, we all want some
Everyone wants money, power, and respect


I ain't waiting I needed it one lump sum
I wasn't waiting around, I needed all of it at once


Made men trade hands with young dons
Powerful men exchange power with rising, young leaders


They stopped manufacturing the cloth that I'm cut from
They no longer make people like me


I be laughin' at the beef as though I'm body-shamin' exes
I laugh at drama as if I am shaming past romantic partners


Only time you set-trip is when you binge on Netflix
The only time you get excited is when you are watching a lot of Netflix


Reckless, run it up like "Eso, listen please"
I am out of control and I am rapping hard, like I am demanding Eso listen up


Alright I'd like the beat except the snare, kick and keys
I like the beat overall, but I have some issues with the snare, kick, and the instrumental keys


Geez, I teach but I kill them when the class on
I am a teacher/mentor, but I destroy the competition when it comes to rapping


So I got no pupils like Spidey with the mask on
I don't have any students, and it is similar to how Spiderman's mask covers his pupils so you can't see his eyes


Generally speaking, each rhyme is five star
In general, my rhymes are all amazing and are five stars


Split personality, I ride with a side car
I have a split personality, and it's like a side car because it is attached to me


I can't think of the rhyme, it must be misplaced
I can't recall a certain rhyme, it must be forgotten somewhere


It's on the tip of my tongue like Stan Smith's face
It's close to coming out of me, like Stan Smith's tongue when he is concentrating


Hold on, hmm, something 'bout a fly sound
I am trying to remember a rhyme that had something to do with a cool sound


And how you got no bars like a dry town so pipe down
You have no rapping talent, and it's like a dry town with no bars, so be quiet


The beat bumps like bad skin
The instrumental beat is strong, like bad skin that has a lot of bumps


"Captain gonna teach stuff"
One of the lyrics is "Captain is going to teach stuff"


Shout to Kraglin that's the line, yeah
I am giving a shout-out to Kraglin, who was featured in the earlier lyric


Let the mind take you where the cameras can't
Allow your mind to go places that cameras cannot go


It's very necessary like a Q-Tip Grammy rant
It's essential to our craft, much like Q-Tip's famous Grammy speech


(DOOM was imminent)
This next section is about DOOM, and it's impending


DOOM jet lagged, good afternoon or is that night?
DOOM is tired from jetlag and is unsure of what time it is


Militants speak proper, some airheads said he act white
DOOM speaks eloquently, and some people think that he acts too "white"


Catch flight, bread win so he tends to pack light
DOOM travels light and easily, since he has nothing holding him back


Got jokes, but usually don't engage in no snap fight
DOOM is funny, but he doesn't start petty arguments


Could be considered a waste confrontin' snakes on the back bite
It's pointless to argue with people who don't have your best interests at heart


Detrimental to culture that they lack sight, ass-wipe
It's damaging to the hip hop culture when people don't understand its value


Catch him on stage, mad hype, with a trashed mic
DOOM gets hyped on stage, and sometimes the microphone he uses isn't great


Mo' flavor in the gutter, glass pipe and a flashlight
There's more substance in the rough parts of life, where people often use crack pipes and flashlights


Lookin' round for something, he still scurry
DOOM is searching for something and is still in a hurry


Bewilder, incite riots, minds gone blurry
DOOM's rap is powerful enough to puzzle, incite chaos, and make people's minds blurry


There wasn't really shit to say
There wasn't much to say in that moment


Much to they chagrin or dismay
It made them upset or disappointed in some way


Licks had 'em on the ropes, then he made a big mistake and hit the hay
DOOM had the audience hooked but then made a mistake and stopped performing


Went home and hit the day
Went home and started a new day


Burn the midnight oil and flip the shit a different way
I work hard late into the night and alter my craft in different ways


Disaster, time is a component
I am facing a disaster and time is a key factor


Settin' fire to rappers in a monumental moment
I am burning down the competition metaphorically, and it's a huge moment for me


And the game's potent, it's like a never-ending quotient
The hip hop game is incredibly strong and prevalent, like an infinite mathematical formula


A minute ago it was smiles and hugs, now where the fuck the dough went?
Just a moment ago, people were friendly and excited, but now where did all the money go?


He so bent it's like he set the shit straight again
He's so messed up that it's like he straightened things out instead of making them worse


Bombs from the drop and he ain't even close to sayin' when
DOOM is about to drop some amazing bars, but even he doesn't know exactly when


(V-V-Villain)
DOOM calling out himself as the Villain


Nothin' ever stolen
DOOM never steals anything


Was given as a blessin', think the universe owe him
DOOM sees everything he has as a gift, and he thinks he's owed more from the universe


Got faked in the vessel but know when to keep rowin'
DOOM may have been deceived in the past, but he knows when to keep moving forward


Yeah and get up out your own way when deliverin' a poem
When rapping, you need to get out of your own way and let the words flow naturally


Those who think they do, don't know him
People who believe they know DOOM, don't really know him at all


No different than a squad of birds ready to blow him
DOOM is like a group of birds ready to attack anyone who comes too close


Sorry Charlie, get back up on your Harley
Sorry, Charlie, get back on your motorcycle


Win, lose or draw, plus beat you at Atari
It doesn't matter if you win or lose, DOOM will also beat you at Atari


Drop they ass deep in some far-off Safari
DOOM will send his competitors far away on Safari


And prob'ly even got the answer to, "Who the hell are we?"
DOOM probably even knows the answer to the existential question, "Who are we?"


Metal face squad drone, tell the real ones, "Shalom"
DOOM and his crew are like robotic soldiers, and they tell the real ones farewell with "Shalom"


In a calm tone, bomb thrown
DOOM says goodbye in a peaceful way, but he still drops a metaphorical bomb on everyone




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Daniel Dumile, Jason Hunter, George Andrinopolous

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@usbsolovader9

Intro]
Break out the fine..- Villain!

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
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

[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, "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
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, yo
Let the mind take you where the cameras can't
It's very necessary like a Q-Tip Grammy rant
DOOM was imminent)

[Verse 3: MF DOOM]
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



All comments from YouTube:

@R.T.and.J

"They stopped manufacturing the cloth that I'm cut from"
Damn

@illdrumatik391

Hip-hop and Comic book culture is a marriage from heaven.

@prereflective

Doom recently lost his son and he's still putting shit out. I got the utmost respect for him. RIP Malachi Ezekiel Dumile

@Jackson-df3rv

This fucking beat though

@halfstrike721

“In a calm tone, bomb thrown.”

@johncooney93

"They stopped manufacturing the cloth that I'm cut from" Rebel INS is deadly with the darts

@mr.monkeyman3095

this beat is something you have to let steadily replenish your soul, it's glorious

@usbsolovader9

Intro]
Break out the fine..- Villain!

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
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

[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, "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
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, yo
Let the mind take you where the cameras can't
It's very necessary like a Q-Tip Grammy rant
DOOM was imminent)

[Verse 3: MF DOOM]
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

@mateodavidgutierrezgonzale6556

"Necessary like a Q-Tip grammy rant"

@mferiiik3936

If this ain't hip-hop I don't know what is, DOOM and Czarface is straight🔥🔥🔥

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