7L & Esoteric - Learn From The Druid Lyrics
Glastinary manticore raps say you've gone to warpaintI orchestrate tapes to torture fakes on your door datesAnd formulate, sound escapes the ground snakes in town lakesHeavy hammer swings pound fakes until the ground breaksYour foul tapes, I'm a rap since nineteen eighty-sevenTwelve years of age grabing AIDS like (?)Yo I tear the stage and build a guild with dissectionStrong willed and skilled and killed your whole dimensionHenchmen, think they're paying dues off the headI'm sucking venom out of bites through deadly copperheadsYour dead, because the venom's been regurgitatedI've terminated every "Sucka Duck" that perpetratedWork related, cuz' MC is my professionSpittin when I rock a rhyme it's never writtenI keep em' off papers so there's no evidenceTo tie me to the murder of your rap regimentsThe body of your composition is what Shamus clutchesLyrics are the legs and the swares are your crutchesWhen you battle me it'll be real clearThat I'll leave cats alone watch their life in wheelchairsWhen 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'Seamus is the God-Awf, step to this kiddoMy styles poisonous just like the Black WidowDitto, facsimile your master copyTake you back to the lab your raps sound sloppyThose who want to battle the Teradactyl that's fatalI'm ripping up your rap crew but burning down your labelSuffocating suckers like yourself is madd fun for meTell your company Esoteric is triumphantlyTerrorizing all these dictionary reading crabsVerbalist lyrical rap just ripped the trackI'm back, to smack all the cats I crucifiedThe council of kags, self-centered like a nucleiI'm in the wilderness trapped in a syllabusFor each of these dummies that want me as their ventriloquistI'm killing this, consorting all my rap criticsAt a murder-rate of ninety-one beats per minuteThe body of your composition is what Shamus clutchesLyrics are the legs and the swares are your crutchesWhen you battle me it'll be real clearThat I'll leave cats alone watch their life in wheelchairsWhen 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 heads I have like ten on my shelfMake it twelve when I leave the simple-minded cat beside himselfI watch all these so called mic-rippersBattle the Esoteric and get fed to wood-chippersStrip his, section add to my collectionI toss a lot of foes in my crossbow's directionPress them up against a tree and watch the rat shiverNow it's time to pull another arrow from my quiverDeliver, a rapier to your tracheaHow I'm striking mics it's pysching out Vikings in ScandinaviaMaybe a, apocalypse when God Awful ripsI catch three frames a day like comic stripsThe body of your composition is what Shamus clucthesLyrcis are the legs and the swares are your crutchesWhen you battle me it'll be real clearThat I'll leave cats alone watch their life in wheelchairsWhen 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'
