Verbal Glock Da Youngsta's

[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 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 y'all 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 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 hoes
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

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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