Qur'an Goodman - Verbal Glock lyrics

(Verse 1) Q-Ball aka Qur'an Goodman Yeah WB And Q-Ball The Foundator The rhyme dweller Underground like a cellar Uno mission wonderer 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 all business sites 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 Lettin 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 in a AC with a mac 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, co*k As I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock (2x) (Verse 2) Taj Mahal aka Taji Goodman Ease up n***a cause if you don't im going to squeeze up Girls gets keys flipping keys im stacking g's up It's that n***a TM im driving lexuses and BM's and hoes be saying im 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 State of the plus im loud like thunder boom I shake the earth as earthquakes Never hang with snakes or fakes It's all about getting weight I got this whole globe to rear hear 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 im coming 2 guns, hunnid, plus im wanted and im blunted and im out (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 on shots with my Verbal Glock If i was like a infared Words by my pencil led Armed and dangerous with every ammunition Sniping competition Leaving s**ers 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