EOM on the beat

Ed E. Ruger

[Hook]

It’s the underground shit

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 bitch

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

Kill 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 shit 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 shit

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 bitch

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 whore the cash

Every line is fly

I write my rhymes on a boarding pass

Killer beat

Scorch a track

Until the heat warp the wax

Watch the shit 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 ass down like an asphalt road

And leave him there to rot in a casket cold

And say the shit loud so these assholes know

I’ll send you to the light and let you bask in the glow

[Hook]

It’s the underground shit

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 bitch

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 ass homies

I don’t deal with phonies

False prophets ‘round here tend to end up holy

Cats always wonder why these fucking 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 killer, 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 fucking industry vaginas

Signing deals that make you pay for shit you already accomplished

Better learn the business or the industry’ll rob you

[Hook]

It’s the underground shit

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 bitch

We run it ‘round here

Turntable and a mic while I drown in the lights