[Verse 1: Q-Ball]
Yeah
WB, and Q-Ball
The foundator

The rhyme dweller, underground like a cellar
Uno mission wanderer, state of mind like a murderer
I pop crews with my verbal Glock for a living
I step with my sign, buckshots is what im giving
I'm driven to my AK style state of mind
Giving all peers and sights bright lights to leave you blind
To the yes y'all Qur'an
WB in your area
Here to crush MC's and cause hysteria
I'll bury ya, with the verbal tech lettin' loose
I'll make you stiffer than mousse, I'm rugged like Timb boots
Bring your troops, I get rugged over loops
Ship you out like recruits and proceed like The Roots
I wanna lamp in a AC with a MAC pulling hoes
For stacks of dues, forget pintos
Yo, my mind will always invent dope rhymes
Non-stop so you better drop when I come with my verbal Glock

[Hook] x2
Listen up to the rhymes I drop
As I kick mad flavor from my Verbal Glock
You can't step to this, I got the Glock, cock
As I kick mad flavor from my Verbal Glock
[Verse 2: Taj Mahal]
Ease up n***a 'cause if you don't I'm gonna squeeze up
Grills kiss keys, flipping ki's I'm stacking G's up
It's that n***a TM, I'm driving Lexuses and BM's
And hoes be saying I'm trying to see him
Rugged and raw, great like Tony the Tiger
Universal like a pipe but short like a sniper
Check the ground beneath you
N***a grim reap will keep you under
Stay under, plus I'm loud like thunder boom!
I shake the earth as earthquakes
Never hang with snakes or fakes, it's all about getting weight
I got the soul glow to red hair, infared still appear
Taj Mahal is the man of the year
Champion, epitome number 1
The godfather's son so what's up dunn
Run and tell everybody that I'm coming
2 guns, hundred plus I'm wanted and I'm blunted and I'm out

[Hook] x2
Listen up to the rhymes I drop
As I kick mad flavor from my Verbal Glock
You can't step to this, I got the Glock, cock
As I kick mad flavor from my Verbal Glock

[Verse 3: Reek Geez]
Ayo who could it be?
It's Reek Geez
Fingers on the trigger and I just might squeeze
And start busting off shots with my verbal Glock
His style was like a infared
Words hollow point to led
Armed and dangerous with every ammunition
Sniping competition, leaving suckers missing
Listen, you get wounded by the thoughts in my mind
Ripping through your teflon with rhymes I design
Champion with my lyrical gun, uh!
They know they get done
They still on the run
Yo must I spark this whole rap market
Brothers be like oh shhh, when I hit the target
Wanted by the law for keeping it raw
I murdered this track, peace yall im out the door
But before I go, just to let you know
Youngsta's represent with that 95 flow
[Hook] x4
Listen up to the rhymes I drop
As I kick mad flavor from my Verbal Glock
You can't step to this, I got the Glock, cock
As I kick mad flavor from my Verbal Glock