[Intro: Julius]
This what happens when Long Beach gets together, n***as!
Jim Gittum! Dynamics! Karelezz! Shoe Gang!

[Verse 1: Kenny]
N***a, my rhyming is atomic I can bomb you
With a line or two
My mind's sharp as katanas, my knowledge
Should be chronicle
I raise guns, lift broads like hydraulics do
I'll make shots treat you like you a leader
And follow you
I'll play the cameraman - shoot, blam a man
Rearrange his F-A-C-E like an anagram
None of y'all is equal, I'm raw and lethal
It's Kenny "grip a semi, desert eagle drawin'" Siegel
A pugnacious, snub raisin', fuzz hatin' nutcase
And making slugs race, my strays'll' plug gays and fuck faces
Fuck haters makin' dumb statements, we should
Duct tape the fucks, place 'em in the trunk
Take 'em up to some lake and, drop 'em in
For n***as who thinkin' that they sick the doctor's in
Weak dudes should play like they bowlin' and
Drop the pins, get eaten when my clip spray
Take one from one of my nines, you'll become ate!
[Verse 2: Julius]
I come from a place where gangstas is prevalent
Where sick n***as is indigenous too
Yeah, that's the statement I represent
I'm raisin' my weapons, blazin' them K's, I'm aggressive
My aimin' is excellent, with the .38 I'm a specialist
I'm aimin' them thangs, lames get acquainted
With pain, bathe in a lake full of flames, I'll make
Hades your residence
My radiant presence is amazin', born in the '80s
Been rappin' ever since Reagan was president
Better believe me, expect the greatness
When I step in places, my reputation proceeds me
I'm a G MC like a Ute car, y'all ain't G's, you cons
Like a coupon, cut it out, yeah
You not prepared? Face it, bloodstain your 'fit
Unless your squad is wearin' aprons
Shots is erasin', when I spray the two nines, homie
I ain't talkin bout the Rocawear [?]

[Verse 3: Demetrius]
This is friendly fire, any rapper that didn't retire
Is finna expire, Old-n***a-killa-for-hire
Listen I'm dickin' a thicc bitch, thicker than Tyra
Tryna untie her tubes when I'm diggin' inside her
A rider, startin' drama in this bitch
If you a famous rapper then your momma is
A bitch
I'm tryna get dissed, so I can spit that hardcore
You n***as got it backwards, but still
It's raw war
I'm finna start finishin' innocent lyricists
I'm finna start dissin any n***a, spittin's my arch nemesis
I'm finna barge in and just rip n***as apart
The minute I start spittin' venomous darts
It's finna get dark in this bitch
See from Laughlin to Slauson, I off 'em
And start COB-walkin' on his coffin
Caution, you ain't know my black heart could darken
Sell your body parts at a black market auction
[Verse 4: Dice]
I'm offin' you n***as with the semi
I go brrat with the mini, mac that'll put your face
In your lap, in fact
I'm with givin n***as the big news for mouthin' off
When I draw around to spark, your body'll drop
Around with chalk, I spit with the foulest talk
I'm from COB, so crown the boss, you cocksuckers!
I'm a block hugger, and for haters, I'm a Glock clutcher
With two clips for you muh'fuckers
Bullets'll rip through you blood suckers, you fuckin leeches
I got a uppercut that'll mangle your facial features
And put you in a sleeper, rock you unconscious
I told you I'm a muh'fuckin' monster
A beast, a pit off the leash, the return of the body snatcher
With a Glock quick as me to spit shells from the nine at ya
Fo' shots'll collapse ya, the M-Beam'll chop you in two
This rap spew is so sick, you would think it's the flu

[Verse 5: Dynamic Certified]
You witnessing a rise of a liking the incises is inside my bite is the Might of Mike Tyson when Evander is figthing
My slanderous writing slay my prey by the way of the Vikings
With curious lyrics is murderers my rhymes in indicting
Combustible compound sound I can't help but igniting
Flow so wet when I spit you can make me a island
Flow so cold you almost can make me a diamond
N***as see sirens when I'm waving my jewelry behind them
Somebody better find them sit them down and sign them
I'm the biggest thing in LA since Andrew Bynum
[?] ten a beast with a pen
And I feast on the men I decease from my phlegm
I'm the creme de la creme cuz cream of the crop
P ninety seven Ruger Glock beam on the top
Get your beam stock chopped for fucking with me [?]
Introduce you to your ghost welcome to D block
Yea I guess this is what champions feel like
As I report to the scores table on game night
Feeling like Kobe when he put up over eighty
Or skating like thin ice feeling like Gretzky
[?] N***a this is what I do
Uh, I swear we work hard every night so my team can get rings like
Montana and Rice
Or Steve Young and Rice whichever era
As we approach the Obama era
Every verse is murder I spit Osama terror
If I exist in the water I am Orca
If I exist in the sky I am Falcons 'cause fly is my outcome
Why would you doubt him
I am [?] so greatness is the outcome
It's evident that I am heaven sent from god's power
It's evident that he has blessed me with raw power
The flow pure powder
I make lighting flash in my chain like I posses all mighty Thor Powers
I am hungry so this beat I will devour
So fallback you weak cowards

[Verse 6: Karelezz]
My name is Karelezz y'all deserve to
I'm one of the best my raps regurgitate, they come up
Confuse you the plan is so simple
Put your gun up I got hands like Kimbo
Lets roll I kick you harder than Fiasco
Your style's old you gon' fall like Castro
There's no stopping me the cash roll
If this was monopoly your ass wouldn't pass go
This ain't a game expect me to sell
'Cause on Long Beach we bang go to directly to jail
Check the resume homie I did time in my day
Over eighteen hundred twenty five days in YA
But nah I ain't bragging the acting is killing me
Not only wack but you can't see me lyrically
I'm point guard I can pass and shoot
Punches hit you so hard that you have to puke, n***a