Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet, I send out the scribe, now the vibes gigantic.

You know that we are lost when babies are addicted to drugs when they are born.

Letting off ammunition in every direction, Allah is my only protection. But wait a minute, Saddam Hussein prays the same.

Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet, I send out the scribe, now the vibes gigantic.

Where the poison wind blows a deadly plague spreading negativity, viciously unto every city.

Rhyme written in graffiti xeroxed on blueprints, students influenced are now a nuisance.

Since fat crayons, I write and display chaos. My plan is damage.