deep within the darkness lurks the funky poet intalect introspect im like a shadow of death im creapin over your land taking out **** and thoes who undastand i bust maloticism truthism im like a prizm of truth i sets fire to the youth like mcs should do times is voodoo nations rot in the chemical war games all thats left is your fucking skull damaged in the ruins he realise its our destiny detination revolation of the human bread yes indeed we proceed to ixtinction of one anotha blesit fatha give us the strength to over comethe hounting realization of the mass ignorane im uplifting with my funk touch feel the clutches poetical genius