(Verse 1) Q-Ball aka Qur'an Goodman
Yeah
WB
And Q-Ball
The Foundator

The rhyme dweller
Underground like a cellar
Uno mission mind of rust
State of mind like a murderer
I'll pop crews with my verbal Glock for a living
I step with my sign buckshots is what im giving
Im driven to my AK style state of mind
Giving off business sites and bright lights to leave you blind
To the yes yall Qur'an
WB in your area
Here to crush MC's and cause hysteria
I'll bury ya with the verbal tech
Let it loose I'll make you stiffer than moose
Im rugged like timb boots
Bring your troops I get rugged over loops
Ship you out like recruits and proceed like the roots
I want to lamp with a act and a map pulling hoes
For stacks of dudes forget pentos
Yo my mind will always invent dope rhymes
Non-Stop so you better drop when I come with my Verbal Glock
(Chorus)
Listen up to the rhymes I drop as I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock
You can't step in this I got the Glock, cock
As I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock (2x)
Q-Ball aka Qur'an Goodman (Verse 2)
I spill the words of wisdom, always dissing them
The fake ones, the ones with tons of guns
I pull the trigger with my virtual 211
Step into a cypher set to wreck
Im dawned to wet a cruddy blaster
Linked to the organized crime, a mastermind
Call me QG the don
The drama bringer, I get amped like speakers
We just maintain a lyricist to the grain
I can bring the pain or delete it like Tylenol
We stand tall proceed to bring it to you raw
A verbal assassin when im blasting
Mentally turn a wannabe soon a has been
From the ballistics, check the statistics
Various mics turn flammable when I kicked it
Styles hard like cold nipples
Hear the flavor when I shoot it from my Glock that's plated nickel

(Verse 3) Reek Geez aka Tarik Dawson
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, points are 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
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
The youngstas represent with that 95 flow