歌曲 | CASKETS |
歌手 | NehruvianDOOM |
专辑 | NEHRUVIANDOOM (SOUND OF THE SON) |
下载 | 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 |