Learn From the Druid

Glastinary manticore raps say you've gone to warpaint

I orchestrate tapes to torture fakes on your door dates

And formulate, sound escapes the ground snakes in town lakes

Heavy hammer swings pound fakes until the ground breaks

Your foul tapes, I'm a rap since nineteen eighty-seven

Twelve years of age grabing AIDS like (?)

Yo I tear the stage and build a guild with dissection

Strong willed and skilled and killed your whole dimension

Henchmen, think they're paying dues off the head

I'm sucking venom out of bites through deadly copperheads

Your dead, because the venom's been regurgitated

I've terminated every "Sucka Duck" that perpetrated

Work related, cuz' MC is my profession

Spittin when I rock a rhyme it's never written

I keep em' off papers so there's no evidence

To tie me to the murder of your rap regiments

The body of your composition is what Shamus clutches

Lyrics are the legs and the swares are your crutches

When you battle me it'll be real clear

That I'll leave cats alone watch their life in wheelchairs

When I say a rhyme {Sucka's I drop ya'}

Drain your blood line {Sucka's I drop ya'}

You'll be executed (Sucka's I drop ya'}

Learn from the druid {Cuz my words rock ya'}

Shamus is the god-all step to this kiddo

My styles poisonous just like the Black Widow

Ditto, facts (?) your master copy

Take you back to the lab your raps sound sloppy

Those who want to battle the Teradactyl that's fatal

I'm ripping up your rap crew but burning down your label

Suffocating suckers like yourself is madd fun for me

Tell your company Esoteric is triumphantly

Terrorizing all these dictionary reading crabs

Verbalist lyrical rap just ripped the track

I'm back, to smack all the cats like crucify

The council of kags, shells dented like a nuclei

I'm in the wilderness trapped in a syllabus

For each of these dummies that want me as their ventriloquist

I'm killing this, consorting all my rap critics

At a murder faded ninety-one beats per minute

The body of your composition is what Shamus clutches

Lyrics are the legs and the swares are your crutches

When you battle me it'll be real clear

That I'll leave cats alone watch their life in wheelchairs

When I say a rhyme {Sucka's I drop ya'}

Drain your blood line {Sucka's I drop ya'}

You'll be executed {Sucka's I drop ya')

Learn from the druid {Cuz' my words rock ya'}

Now hip-hop pads I have like ten on my shelf

Make it twelve when I leave the simple-minded cat beside himself

I watch all these so called mic-rippers

Battle the Esoteric and get fed to wood-chippers

Strip his, section add to my collection

I toss a lot of foes in my crossbow's direction

Press them up against a tree and watch the rat shiver

Now it's time to pull another arrow from my quiver

Deliver, a rapier to your trachea

How I'm striking mics it's pysching out Vikings in Scandinavia

Maybe a, apocalypse will guard awful rips

I catch three frames a day like comic strips

The body of your composition is what Shamus clucthes

Lyrcis are the legs and the swares are your crutches

When you battle me it'll be real clear

That I'll leave cats alone watch their life in wheelchairs

When I say a rhyme {Sucka's I drop ya'}

Drain your blood line {Sucka's I drop ya'}

You'll be executed {Sucka's I drop ya')

Learn from the druid {Cuz' my words rock ya'}