CASKETS Lyrics
| Song | CASKETS |
| Artist | NehruvianDOOM |
| Album | NEHRUVIANDOOM (SOUND OF THE SON) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro] | |
| Young blood, he's smart and he's tough | |
| But he's got a lot to learn about survival | |
| And the man he's gonna learn from is... | |
| Doom! | |
| [Verse 1: MF DOOM] | |
| Uh, lay in the cut like a puma on the prowl | |
| The right time to get 'em is now, clow | |
| That's the end of that | |
| You get another never ending of the saga | |
| And how he gets it in like kamagra | |
| Cheers here's a lager, yours is O'Doul’s | |
| These are from the untold rules of the old school | |
| It's like a woola will they do to ones medulla oblongata | |
| Revenge of Montezuma on a blotter | |
| (Yo, this tracks off the rack DOOM) | |
| It's that clack clack boom | |
| That must contain enough ****** centimeter of the vacuum | |
| When lava rock cool who play the block fool | |
| Villain get payed laid back like chacmool | |
| Enough to make Pac drool | |
| Wherever he at | |
| Invest wealth or press self check ace stat | |
| Damn mask gets stickier than crack sweat | |
| In the corner pocket that's gained some aspect | |
| (Casket) and yet still blow like gasket | |
| Many ass out, no clout, no smash hit | |
| And that's it, plan B, let the tools spark | |
| Plan A to shoot and straight shootin like a pool shark | |
| Rack em up, just don't quit your old job | |
| Small trolls whose type slob on poll blog | |
| You know you done ****** up now, like O-Dog the menace | |
| It's all love, play tennis | |
| The mic is the shotty, forget about the flack vest | |
| The hustlers backwards whack is tackless | |
| That don't count, chickens before they hatch in the basket | |
| Body beats, closed casket | |
| Bishop! | |
| [Verse 2: Bishop Nehru] | |
| I'm moving with the all black tactic | |
| Black kicks, black jeans, black jacket matchin' | |
| I'm pulling 21s like I'm using black magic | |
| And they thinking that I am because the quality's fantastic | |
| They told me I should focus on scholastics | |
| And others told me focus on elastic | |
| I'm using both of those as a tactic | |
| As I mix it with my passion for the rappin' | |
| To think I could have been trappin' | |
| I'm happy I wasn't trapped in | |
| The loop de loop and shootin' | |
| I'm moving through the mind pollution, tryna find solution | |
| But I'm only closer to delusion | |
| The illusions are leading me to delusion | |
| I'm sick of being confused and I don't have much of a fuse | |
| So I lack getting amused, feeling actively abused | |
| More days of the blues, I'm waiting on the clues | |
| Alone as I cruise through life and all its waters | |
| Must have hit some ice-bergs because its feeling like torture | |
| It's H-O-R-S-E, I'm Jordan, in '96 | |
| I'm sinking everything man, still I'm playing for the chips | |
| So basically, I'm saying I'm taking my own ******p | |
| You can think what you want cause your thoughts ain't important | |
| I'm feeling blanker than a CD ROM | |
| And all I ever wanted was for them to see these rhymes | |
| They telling me be patient, I ain't got the time | |
| Cause I'm seeing trash rappers getting over night ******ne | |
| While I'm still behind, and they ask why I whine | |
| Is it because I'm living off the thoughts in my mind | |
| Or is it I'm just living because nobody is complying | |
| I see that I'm inspiring the moves of these sirens | |
| But how could I be vibrant? | |
| Only thing I'm close to is violence | |
| So hurry up and cue all the violins | |
| Looking for my violins | |
| Ever since the girl I was eyeing for prom | |
| Ain't wanna tag along, it's something that I long | |
| But I understand the order though | |
| Life's like a big playbook full of audibles | |
| You never know the working play until you go toss a few | |
| Packing rappers in caskets your boy Nehru | |
| [Outro] |
| Intro | |
| Young blood, he' s smart and he' s tough | |
| But he' s got a lot to learn about survival | |
| And the man he' s gonna learn from is... | |
| Doom! | |
| Verse 1: MF DOOM | |
| Uh, lay in the cut like a puma on the prowl | |
| The right time to get ' em is now, clow | |
| That' s the end of that | |
| You get another never ending of the saga | |
| And how he gets it in like kamagra | |
| Cheers here' s a lager, yours is O' Doul' s | |
| These are from the untold rules of the old school | |
| It' s like a woola will they do to ones medulla oblongata | |
| Revenge of Montezuma on a blotter | |
| Yo, this tracks off the rack DOOM | |
| It' s that clack clack boom | |
| That must contain enough centimeter of the vacuum | |
| When lava rock cool who play the block fool | |
| Villain get payed laid back like chacmool | |
| Enough to make Pac drool | |
| Wherever he at | |
| Invest wealth or press self check ace stat | |
| Damn mask gets stickier than crack sweat | |
| In the corner pocket that' s gained some aspect | |
| Casket and yet still blow like gasket | |
| Many ass out, no clout, no smash hit | |
| And that' s it, plan B, let the tools spark | |
| Plan A to shoot and straight shootin like a pool shark | |
| Rack em up, just don' t quit your old job | |
| Small trolls whose type slob on poll blog | |
| You know you done up now, like ODog the menace | |
| It' s all love, play tennis | |
| The mic is the shotty, forget about the flack vest | |
| The hustlers backwards whack is tackless | |
| That don' t count, chickens before they hatch in the basket | |
| Body beats, closed casket | |
| Bishop! | |
| Verse 2: Bishop Nehru | |
| I' m moving with the all black tactic | |
| Black kicks, black jeans, black jacket matchin' | |
| I' m pulling 21s like I' m using black magic | |
| And they thinking that I am because the quality' s fantastic | |
| They told me I should focus on scholastics | |
| And others told me focus on elastic | |
| I' m using both of those as a tactic | |
| As I mix it with my passion for the rappin' | |
| To think I could have been trappin' | |
| I' m happy I wasn' t trapped in | |
| The loop de loop and shootin' | |
| I' m moving through the mind pollution, tryna find solution | |
| But I' m only closer to delusion | |
| The illusions are leading me to delusion | |
| I' m sick of being confused and I don' t have much of a fuse | |
| So I lack getting amused, feeling actively abused | |
| More days of the blues, I' m waiting on the clues | |
| Alone as I cruise through life and all its waters | |
| Must have hit some icebergs because its feeling like torture | |
| It' s HORSE, I' m Jordan, in ' 96 | |
| I' m sinking everything man, still I' m playing for the chips | |
| So basically, I' m saying I' m taking my own p | |
| You can think what you want cause your thoughts ain' t important | |
| I' m feeling blanker than a CD ROM | |
| And all I ever wanted was for them to see these rhymes | |
| They telling me be patient, I ain' t got the time | |
| Cause I' m seeing trash rappers getting over night ne | |
| While I' m still behind, and they ask why I whine | |
| Is it because I' m living off the thoughts in my mind | |
| Or is it I' m just living because nobody is complying | |
| I see that I' m inspiring the moves of these sirens | |
| But how could I be vibrant? | |
| Only thing I' m close to is violence | |
| So hurry up and cue all the violins | |
| Looking for my violins | |
| Ever since the girl I was eyeing for prom | |
| Ain' t wanna tag along, it' s something that I long | |
| But I understand the order though | |
| Life' s like a big playbook full of audibles | |
| You never know the working play until you go toss a few | |
| Packing rappers in caskets your boy Nehru | |
| Outro |
| Intro | |
| Young blood, he' s smart and he' s tough | |
| But he' s got a lot to learn about survival | |
| And the man he' s gonna learn from is... | |
| Doom! | |
| Verse 1: MF DOOM | |
| Uh, lay in the cut like a puma on the prowl | |
| The right time to get ' em is now, clow | |
| That' s the end of that | |
| You get another never ending of the saga | |
| And how he gets it in like kamagra | |
| Cheers here' s a lager, yours is O' Doul' s | |
| These are from the untold rules of the old school | |
| It' s like a woola will they do to ones medulla oblongata | |
| Revenge of Montezuma on a blotter | |
| Yo, this tracks off the rack DOOM | |
| It' s that clack clack boom | |
| That must contain enough centimeter of the vacuum | |
| When lava rock cool who play the block fool | |
| Villain get payed laid back like chacmool | |
| Enough to make Pac drool | |
| Wherever he at | |
| Invest wealth or press self check ace stat | |
| Damn mask gets stickier than crack sweat | |
| In the corner pocket that' s gained some aspect | |
| Casket and yet still blow like gasket | |
| Many ass out, no clout, no smash hit | |
| And that' s it, plan B, let the tools spark | |
| Plan A to shoot and straight shootin like a pool shark | |
| Rack em up, just don' t quit your old job | |
| Small trolls whose type slob on poll blog | |
| You know you done up now, like ODog the menace | |
| It' s all love, play tennis | |
| The mic is the shotty, forget about the flack vest | |
| The hustlers backwards whack is tackless | |
| That don' t count, chickens before they hatch in the basket | |
| Body beats, closed casket | |
| Bishop! | |
| Verse 2: Bishop Nehru | |
| I' m moving with the all black tactic | |
| Black kicks, black jeans, black jacket matchin' | |
| I' m pulling 21s like I' m using black magic | |
| And they thinking that I am because the quality' s fantastic | |
| They told me I should focus on scholastics | |
| And others told me focus on elastic | |
| I' m using both of those as a tactic | |
| As I mix it with my passion for the rappin' | |
| To think I could have been trappin' | |
| I' m happy I wasn' t trapped in | |
| The loop de loop and shootin' | |
| I' m moving through the mind pollution, tryna find solution | |
| But I' m only closer to delusion | |
| The illusions are leading me to delusion | |
| I' m sick of being confused and I don' t have much of a fuse | |
| So I lack getting amused, feeling actively abused | |
| More days of the blues, I' m waiting on the clues | |
| Alone as I cruise through life and all its waters | |
| Must have hit some icebergs because its feeling like torture | |
| It' s HORSE, I' m Jordan, in ' 96 | |
| I' m sinking everything man, still I' m playing for the chips | |
| So basically, I' m saying I' m taking my own p | |
| You can think what you want cause your thoughts ain' t important | |
| I' m feeling blanker than a CD ROM | |
| And all I ever wanted was for them to see these rhymes | |
| They telling me be patient, I ain' t got the time | |
| Cause I' m seeing trash rappers getting over night ne | |
| While I' m still behind, and they ask why I whine | |
| Is it because I' m living off the thoughts in my mind | |
| Or is it I' m just living because nobody is complying | |
| I see that I' m inspiring the moves of these sirens | |
| But how could I be vibrant? | |
| Only thing I' m close to is violence | |
| So hurry up and cue all the violins | |
| Looking for my violins | |
| Ever since the girl I was eyeing for prom | |
| Ain' t wanna tag along, it' s something that I long | |
| But I understand the order though | |
| Life' s like a big playbook full of audibles | |
| You never know the working play until you go toss a few | |
| Packing rappers in caskets your boy Nehru | |
| Outro |
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