Wreak Havoc

(Marcanum X Verse)

While people swim in the NSA's data 'pool'
I'll become a lexicographical logodaedalian with a vicious magnitude
Of electromagnetic amplitudes channeling through one of Saturn's moons
Exploding into cryovolcanic gas & fumes
My plan of 'doom' isn't that of Daniel Dumile's aptitude
But rather acting as Duke Nukem in hazmat suits
You ask for truth, collapse fast like botanic roots
Then 'disappear' (diss a peer) like bashing your friends (ABRACADABRA POOF! (Explosion))
It'll cost me an 'arm and a leg' to follow a 'pro's thesis' (prosthesis)
Laboring hard's no secret
These 'evil' people's cohesion makes life harder than H-E-Double hockey sticks
No wonder the globe's beefin' over difficult (cult) reasons!
Don't even suppose me is mockin' these fakes
When you know the essence shows in an opulent way
The incompetent think Marcanum is awkward and lame
But my frontlines (lines) crush armies using oxygen 'tanks' (explosion)
I'm takin' action, I'll end your game (Ender's Game) like I'm Mazer Rackham
Then I'll 'drag race' by it's 'ethnic' horns in a station wagon (*tires screeching*)
Then I'll chasten rappers and make em' trepidatiously scatter
Like DNA plasma, then they're achin' (Aiken) like 'Clay' & cadavers
Conspirators live in 'Lost Worlds' up in 'High Hides'
Warning us of the Elstupidnati and Heistgeist
I look at myself in the mirror, an honoring 'eyesight' (I-sight)
And stop 'clocks' by spitting shocking 'timelines' (*Electric Shock Sound*)
Critics come in many different shapes in criticizes (sizes)
But their rigid understructure is pain solidified with
Fear, finger-pointing lies, inner-mystified tricks
They speak joyfully on how illiterate my lines get
I'm a quintessential intellectual
That's taking more 'beats to the head' than 'listening to instrumentals'
If every artist and legend was your dinner special
You'd be so 'full' of yourself, you couldn't lift the menu!