EOM on the beat

Ed E. Ruger

[Hook]
It’s the underground shit
Y’all know how get. Whole zip of the piff
Get blunted ‘round here
It’s the red mud rap from the Cak and I’m back
With a 100 round clip
Ain’t nobody gonna trip. Iconoclast in this bitch
We run it ‘round here
Turntable and a mic while I drown in the lights

[Verse 1]
Ain’t no tellin’ what’ll happen when I turn my mic on
Hand grenades, random blades
And the spray like pipe bombs
What I’m writin’ is Ricin
What I’m recitin’ is Zyklon
Kill any emcee
I wrap around like pythons
Iconoclast Crew
I destroy your icon
And shatter your dreams before they turn the lights on
Never learned to kick flip but found curbs to grind on
Where skaters leave haters laid out with they ice on
That’s my home
Where you smell the weed and the Krylon
A whole lot of cold shoulders, none to cry on
Keep an eye on this
See it’s long overdue
EOM on the beat
Exclusive for Ed E. Ruge’
Automatic for the static and habit of rollin’ over crews
Style ugly as shit and slick as bowling shoes
One of the chosen few still got more to prove
So get the tombstones
Bring the bulldozers through

[Hook]
It’s the underground shit
Y’all know how get. Hoes zip for the piff
Get blunted ‘round here
It’s the red mud rap from the Cak and I’m back
With a 100 round clip
Ain’t nobody gonna trip. Iconoclast in this bitch
We run it ‘round here
Turntable and a mic while I drown in the lights

[Verse 2]
Kurt Warner of the Cak
Starting quarterback
Most of y’all are wack and I don’t think you oughtta rap
I been known to torch a track
Hit ‘em with that torture rap
Make that money stretch like I put it in a torture rack
Homey, I been hording cash
You just give your whore the cash
Every line is fly
I write my rhymes on a boarding pass
Killer beat
Scorch a track
Until the heat warp the wax
Watch the shit ignite and light the mic up like a quarter bag
Music is my life so everything I write is more than rap
I’m underground leader like a Tijuana border rat
You can’t ignore the facts when I rap all slow
I’ll eat a rapper’s face with this bath salt flow
I’ll lay his ass down like an asphalt road
And leave him there to rot in a casket cold
And say the shit loud so these assholes know
I’ll send you to the light and let you bask in the glow

[Hook]
It’s the underground shit
Y’all know how get. Hoes zip for the piff
Get blunted ‘round here
It’s the red mud rap from the Cak and I’m back
With a 100 round clip
Ain’t nobody gonna trip. Iconoclast in this bitch
We run it ‘round here
Turntable and a mic while I drown in the lights


[Verse 3]
The game littered with trash
Whole lotta fake dudes
They claiming they hash
They more like K2
Every year we get bigger checks, add another figure
So we got these haters bitter like grapefruit
See, I gotta stay true to the cats that know me
And the stripes I earned from OGs before me
I got real ass homies
I don’t deal with phonies
False prophets ‘round here tend to end up holy
Cats always wonder why these fucking frauds don’t like me
‘Cause they end up getting beat with a pipe for selling pipe dreams
Can’t buy whats snails selling, man, I move at light speed
Flow killer, show stealer
Watch ‘em try to indict me
I do this for the culture and the state of Carolina
I ain’t dealing with these vultures fucking industry vaginas
Signing deals that make you pay for shit you already accomplished
Better learn the business or the industry’ll rob you

[Hook]
It’s the underground shit
Y’all know how get. Hoes zip for the piff
Get blunted ‘round here
It’s the red mud rap from the Cak and I’m back
With a 100 round clip
Ain’t nobody gonna trip. Iconoclast in this bitch
We run it ‘round here
Turntable and a mic while I drown in the lights