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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 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 Letras de cancionesMany 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 From Letras Mania