Verbal Glock ( Video Version)

(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, direct Im gonna 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 turned 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 out shots with my verbal Glock East towers like a inferere 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