EOM - 100 Round Clip lyrics

EOM on the beat Ed E. Ruger [Hook] It's the underground sh** Y'all know how get. Whole zip of the piff Get blunted ‘round here It's the red mud rap from the Cak and I'm back With a 100 round clip Ain't nobody gonna trip. Iconoclast in this b**h We run it ‘round here Turntable and a mic while I drown in the lights [Verse 1] Ain't no tellin' what'll happen when I turn my mic on Hand grenades, random blades And the spray like pipe bombs What I'm writin' is Ricin What I'm recitin' is Zyklon k** any emcee I wrap around like pythons Iconoclast Crew I destroy your icon And shatter your dreams before they turn the lights on Never learned to kick flip but found curbs to grind on Where skaters leave haters laid out with they ice on That's my home Where you smell the weed and the Krylon A whole lot of cold shoulders, none to cry on Keep an eye on this See it's long overdue EOM on the beat Exclusive for Ed E. Ruge' Automatic for the static and habit of rollin' over crews Style ugly as sh** and slick as bowling shoes One of the chosen few still got more to prove So get the tombstones Bring the bulldozers through [Hook] It's the underground sh** Y'all know how get. Hoes zip for the piff Get blunted ‘round here It's the red mud rap from the Cak and I'm back With a 100 round clip Ain't nobody gonna trip. Iconoclast in this b**h We run it ‘round here Turntable and a mic while I drown in the lights [Verse 2] Kurt Warner of the Cak Starting quarterback Most of y'all are wack and I don't think you oughtta rap I been known to torch a track Hit ‘em with that torture rap Make that money stretch like I put it in a torture rack Homey, I been hording cash You just give your who*e the cash Every line is fly I write my rhymes on a boarding pa** k**er beat Scorch a track Until the heat warp the wax Watch the sh** ignite and light the mic up like a quarter bag Music is my life so everything I write is more than rap I'm underground leader like a Tijuana border rat You can't ignore the facts when I rap all slow I'll eat a rapper's face with this bath salt flow I'll lay his a** down like an asphalt road And leave him there to rot in a casket cold And say the sh** loud so these a**holes know I'll send you to the light and let you bask in the glow [Hook] It's the underground sh** Y'all know how get. Hoes zip for the piff Get blunted ‘round here It's the red mud rap from the Cak and I'm back With a 100 round clip Ain't nobody gonna trip. Iconoclast in this b**h We run it ‘round here Turntable and a mic while I drown in the lights [Verse 3] The game littered with trash Whole lotta fake dudes They claiming they hash They more like K2 Every year we get bigger checks, add another figure So we got these haters bitter like grapefruit See, I gotta stay true to the cats that know me And the stripes I earned from OGs before me I got real a** homies I don't deal with phonies False prophets ‘round here tend to end up holy Cats always wonder why these f**ing frauds don't like me ‘Cause they end up getting beat with a pipe for selling pipe dreams Can't buy whats snails selling, man, I move at light speed Flow k**er, show stealer Watch ‘em try to indict me I do this for the culture and the state of Carolina I ain't dealing with these vultures f**ing industry vaginas Signing deals that make you pay for sh** you already accomplished Better learn the business or the industry'll rob you [Hook] It's the underground sh** Y'all know how get. Hoes zip for the piff Get blunted ‘round here It's the red mud rap from the Cak and I'm back With a 100 round clip Ain't nobody gonna trip. Iconoclast in this b**h We run it ‘round here Turntable and a mic while I drown in the lights