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7l - Learn From The Druid

Album Name:Flow Season
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Corrected by:felucia
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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 ya'}


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


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


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





Seamus is the God-Awf, step to this kiddo


My styles poisonous just like the Black Widow


Ditto, facsimile 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 I crucified

The council of kags, self-centered 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-rate of 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 ya'}


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


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


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





Now hip-hop heads 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 when God 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 ya'}


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


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


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