Caskets

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!
 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 square 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 fucked 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!
 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 ship
 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 shine
 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