Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Caskets, artist - MF DOOM. Date of issue: 10.10.2019
Song language: English
Caskets |
| Young blood, he’s smart and he’s tough\nBut he’s got a lot to learn about survival\nAnd the man he’s gonna learn from is…\nDoom!\nUh, lay in the cut like a puma on the prowl\nThe right time to get 'em is now, clow\nThat’s the end of that\nYou get another never ending of the saga\nAnd how he gets it in like kamagra\nCheers here’s a lager, yours is O’Doul’s\nThese are from the untold rules of the old school\nIt’s like a woola will they do to ones medulla oblongata\nRevenge of Montezuma on a blotter\n(Yo, this tracks off the rack DOOM)\nIt’s that clack clack boom\nThat must contain enough square centimeter of the vacuum\nWhen lava rock cool who play the block fool\nVillain get payed laid back like chacmool\nEnough to make Pac drool\nWherever he at\nInvest wealth or press self check ace stat\nDamn mask gets stickier than crack sweat\nIn the corner pocket that’s gained some aspect\n(Casket) and yet still blow like gasket\nMany ass out, no clout, no smash hit\nAnd that’s it, plan B, let the tools spark\nPlan A to shoot and straight shootin like a pool shark\nRack em up, just don’t quit your old job\nSmall trolls whose type slob on poll blog\nYou know you done fucked up now, like O-Dog the menace\nIt’s all love, play tennis\nThe mic is the shotty, forget about the flack vest\nThe hustlers backwards whack is tackless\nThat don’t count, chickens before they hatch in the basket\nBody beats, closed casket\nBishop!\nI’m moving with the all black tactic\nBlack kicks, black jeans, black jacket matchin'\nI’m pulling 21s like I’m using black magic\nAnd they thinking that I am because the quality’s fantastic\nThey told me I should focus on scholastics\nAnd others told me focus on elastic\nI’m using both of those as a tactic\nAs I mix it with my passion for the rappin'\nTo think I could have been trappin'\nI’m happy I wasn’t trapped in\nThe loop de loop and shootin'\nI’m moving through the mind pollution, tryna find solution\nBut I’m only closer to delusion\nThe illusions are leading me to delusion\nI’m sick of being confused and I don’t have much of a fuse\nSo I lack getting amused, feeling actively abused\nMore days of the blues, I’m waiting on the clues\nAlone as I cruise through life and all its waters\nMust have hit some ice-bergs because its feeling like torture\nIt’s H-O-R-S-E, I’m Jordan, in '96\nI’m sinking everything man, still I’m playing for the chips\nSo basically, I’m saying I’m taking my own ship\nYou can think what you want cause your thoughts ain’t important\nI’m feeling blanker than a CD ROM\nAnd all I ever wanted was for them to see these rhymes\nThey telling me be patient, I ain’t got the time\nCause I’m seeing trash rappers getting over night shine\nWhile I’m still behind, and they ask why I whine\nIs it because I’m living off the thoughts in my mind\nOr is it I’m just living because nobody is complying\nI see that I’m inspiring the moves of these sirens\nBut how could I be vibrant?\nOnly thing I’m close to is violence\nSo hurry up and cue all the violins\nLooking for my violins\nEver since the girl I was eyeing for prom\nAin’t wanna tag along, it’s something that I long\nBut I understand the order though\nLife’s like a big playbook full of audibles\nYou never know the working play until you go toss a few\nPacking rappers in caskets your boy Nehru |