(Verse 1) Q-Ball
Yeah
WB, and Q-Ball
The Foundator

The rhyme dweller, underground like the cellar
Uno mission wanderer, 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
I'm driven to my AK style state of mind
Giving off piercing sights, bright lights that leave you blind
To the yes yall, Qur'an
WB in your area
Here to crush emcees 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 then proceed like The Roots
I wanna lamp in a AC with a MAC pulling *censored*
With stacks of doughs, forget pintos
Yo my mind will always invent dope rhymes
Non-Stop so you better drop when I come with my Verbal Glock


(Chorus)
Taj Mahal: Listen up to the rhymes I drop
As I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock
Reek Geez: You can't step to this, I got the Glock..cock!
Taj Mahal: As I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock (2x)
Q-Ball (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, direct
I'm 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 i'm 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
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 an infared, words hollow point to led
Armed and dangerous with heavy 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 y'all I'm out the door
But before I go, just to let you know
The youngstas represent with that 95 flow
Chorus (4x)