Since fat crayons, I write and display chaos. My plan is damage.
You know that we are lost when babies are addicted to drugs when they are born.
Rhyme written in graffiti xeroxed on blueprints, students influenced are now a nuisance.
Letting off ammunition in every direction, Allah is my only protection. But wait a minute, Saddam Hussein prays the same.
Where the poison wind blows a deadly plague spreading negativity, viciously unto every city.
Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet, I send out the scribe, now the vibes gigantic.
