Mission's Clear, as my Vision Steers, a little bit off lCourse,
Consort with Prohets and Black Stallions, Act Valiant, Backpack Raps Salvage
No Need for Art of War, Depart with More Ore than Hardcore Miners,
Some Sorta Virus, would only Delay the Inevitable, Extra-Terrestrial UFO
in Space flying to Places Unknown, Gun's Blow, for Fun at the Gun Show
Blunt Smoke Stunts Growth, Sum Folks are just Gun Ho'..
Blood Piles reflection off the Sun helps me tell time in my Sun Dial
Tables Turn..Which Made it Worse, Engaged N' Searched..
for a Way ta' Learn, how ta Take tha' Curse of the Weight of Earth
Incase it Curved, and Strained my Nervous System..
Rage it Burst, n' Explained in Words how ta Further Wisdom