Stealth & Purpose (prelude to Son of a Gundam) - Science Fantasy Hip-Hop - True Druid the Rogue

Yo!! Thank You for listening. This single is a prelude to my forthcoming Science Fantasy Hip-Hop album titled "Son of a Gundam".
Raised in the 90's I heard and saw many Gundam and Mecha anime series' all throughout childhood. I love that shit. So, I decided to make an 18 track album with a whole bunch of mecha themes, references, and samples, mixed with my usual fictional fantasy style. SON OF A GUNDAM will be releasing in the coming months. Look out for more singles and music in the mean time ^^
Recent and Upcoming Projects:
SLY DRUID (True Druid x The Siinergy), OUT NOW!!
Dusty Scrolls 2, OUT NOW!!
Invisible Enemies (True Druid x 3M), coming soon.
SON OF A GUNDAM, coming soon.
Lyrics:
Hey yo, look,
I got gold lining on the cape
You can see it on display
An unrivaled skill with blades
Believe me when I say,
You don't wanna fuckin' taste,
This steel slashin' your face
I'm a master like an ace
You're a disaster on the way,
See dirks of silver through a snake
Near the coast, by a lake
Flame spear off the back
Gettin' roasted by this stake
Leave these henchmen feelin hate
As they're ghosted by a glaive
See their specter way up late
They can't stop boasting that I'm great
Citrine studded, shoulder pauldrons
On my person when I'm lurkin' got some older gauntlets
Ancestors rhymes is what you'll find in a vulture's cauldron
I steady climb till divine on a colder conquest
To find some opal to encrust the handles on my twin shanks
On the way slip around defenders with some grim flanks
Swords and sorcery, both blast'em apart in some thin ranks
Rend clones, find the gemstones, and then just give thanks
This is a prelude, we move, with stealth and purpose
These jewels leave you, with wealth and servants
Three dudes breeze through, for self they're lurkers
Fiend ghouls greet you, off belts come burners
Yo
Quartz obelisk on a grassy hill
Orcs throttled quick in a flashy kill
Orbs haunt your clique
This haunters spit will slash thieves still
Swords slaughter sick, made of hella polished
Black sheet steel
Like a fuckin' fish market how I hack these eels
Fat chiefs yield when I pull out the topaz chopper
Craft beat shields to protect against old ass coppers
Try and spit it so the heads all say, yo that's proper,
then make it back to safety, in a go fast thopter
Flopper, get your shit straight, like a sapphire
Go Ballistic on you pig apes, spittin' satire,
I'ma hit you in the flippin' face, with a flat iron,
Orcs gon' kick you out the griffin caves, in a dash flyin'
I'm a savior with a frickin' cape, green like an emerald
See a giant titan powered by some steam, like sentinel
Rolling all over your whole fuckin' team, and your general
As I watch the beam saber go fuckin' clean through your head and nose
This is a prelude, we move, with stealth and purpose
These jewels leave you, with wealth and servants
Three dudes breeze through, for self they're lurkers
Fiend ghouls greet you, off belts come burners