"I am he. The world war 3, Tec Boom. Poet1 is the initial weapon. Point and squeeze, start the clapping. Attacking. I am what you get when you split the atom. Tec be droppin bombs."
Hardwire the industry with poetry, floetry. You learn there’s more to me. Question. Are you as dope as me? Don’t answer yet. I’ll be the judge of that. Schools in session grab a seat in the back. Aight now relax.
