Scholars of Shaolin (feat. Clanarchy)

**Verse 1-Caper:

  

Yo, we the scholars of the Shaolin, spittin' precision,

Wordsmiths with a vision like I'm wieldin' a sword in this division.

Step into the cipher where real legends flow,

Lyricists trained in kung fu, watch our powers grow.

From New York to Beijing, discipline reigns supreme,

Like the Tiger and the Crane when I'm chasin' my dream.

Choppin' blocks like it's martial arts with every bar flipped,

Meditation on these rhythms while your mind gets gripped.

Lyricists come equipped with mental detectors to move past your bullshit

Chorus:

DSR Clan is here with moves so lethal,

Kung fu wordplay breaking through evil people.

Lyricists unite under a crimson sun glow

We're warriors of wisdom letting that knowledge flow!

DSR Clan is here with moves so lethal,

Kung fu wordplay breaking through evil people.

Lyricists unite under a crimson sun glow

We're warriors of wisdom letting that knowledge flow!

Verse 2 - Caper:

Slicing syllables sharp as a Monk's steel blade,

Consider me armed for every stage of the parade.

Inhale deep feel that chi rise up within ya',

Breathe out pain while we craft another thriller.

Spinning tales like an ancient master narrates truth

Get schooled by my grip when I'm burnin' the booth roots.

Got fists made of fury and words laced in gold

Our stories unfold like scrolls from long ago sold.

Stance steadynever sway with corrupt vibes around us

Wrap em up tightI got techniques to astound us!

One verse flame thrower will leave you astonished

Kicks so swift got you thinking Who really taught this?

Lets Be Honest

Chorus:

DSR Clan is here with moves so lethal,

Kung fu wordplay breaking through evil people.

Lyricists unite under a crimson sun glow

We're warriors of wisdom letting that knowledge flow!

DSR Clan is here with moves so lethal,

Kung fu wordplay breaking through evil people.

Lyricists unite under a crimson sun glow

We're warriors of wisdom letting that knowledge flow!

Verse 3- Caper:

Chessboard battles in the streets be strategic bouts ,

My pen flows liquid firefrom black ink it sprouts,.

With every punchlineI'm channeling divine force,,

Flow smoother than silk but sharper than ever before!

Tongue practices kung fu behind closed doors at dusk,

In this lyrical dojo only trust who's just,that's Russ,'

Raise your fists high if you vibe off finesse,,

Two trains collideit's beyond any contest.

Unleash philosophies embedded in each line

Fighting ignorance hard 'til we redefine time.,

Step onto our mat but tread carefully fam,

Cause once you're entranced ain't no turning back man.!