-I suppose you're programmed for etiquette and protocol.   -Protocol? Why, it's my primary function      My rap tone cracks domes and backbones   Shamus known as Esoteric wrecks tracks like gallstones   You're prone to perish for biting sentences   Printing lyrics on your j-card without citing references   Crazy ill kids fill me like placebos   But I don't pull steel like Magneto   I'll leave you black and blue like Max Rebo   Offa my cerebral, God complex but no cathedral   I hammer heads like Momanaydon, underground like Raydon   Throw my tape on, I burn your wax down to a crayon   Word, I used to take chemistry and physics   Now I take it to your chest piece like a bishop   What is it? Shamus rippin' apart mental composites   Diagnostic, caustic, I desposit   Brains of rap stars in glass jars   My frame's composed of more species than Madagascar   I gobble suns like a quasar   You're Hailey's comet, and although low   I rock don't make me patriotic   I'm still robotic rebel alliance medic   Shamus the god awful also known as Esoteric         I'm the creator of the rhymes you praise   Only tryin' to show you what your records keep on missin' is   All of y'all with the gall, I will leave in a daze   So sucka mc's, please think twice      I'm knockin some sense in kids like boxing events   My toxins dispese, blockin' your vents like oxygen tents   That clubbish, singin in the break stuff is rubbish   You'll never catch Shamus Ryan with that stuff published   So stop the gimmicks and the image that you're mimicking   Cause that'll be detected like alpha toxin carcinogen   Behind me, my cortex nematode brings Strontium-90   And spits it back in your face kindly   Remind me, to stomp a silly goose   Your shit is played like the power of Zeus   A joke for those who try to produce   You couldn't be real if I turned you to magnetic tape   Oh you tried to replicate my whole genetic state, I generate   Like electricty, devastate with symmetry   Penetrate heads with metal plates I set it straight   Like alignments, put your wack raps up on consignment   Cause you can't get paid until you sell out with rhymin'   I'm in, a state of euphoria   Android warrior your raps are gettin' sorrier and sorrier   The protocol drugs players like topply   Tsunami and I'm hissed like horozami         I'm the creator of the rhymes you praise   Only tryin' to show you what your records keep on missin' is   All of y'all with the gall, I will leave in a daze   So sucka mc's, please think twice