[Intro]:

So now you know everything about me, right?

Okay, what turns me on?

We do

[Scratch Hook]:

"It ain't a question that this shit is the bomb" - Pacewon

"Nigga standin' on the verge of, you know the song"

"I give a fuck if you believe it or not" - Celph Titled 'Don't You Even Go There'

"Snowgoons"

"Got your whole block sayin' true dat" - Lauryn Hill 'How Many Mics'

[Verse One: Qualm]

We South Carolina sickest

No chrome beef for you silly bastards

My click is as sick as starting to come up like Philly rappers

You a shitty actress, portraying MCs you backwards

We slay MC's out a 360 degree axis

Smash this, leave 180 MCs backless

Have this with a 90 degree turn away from a fat bitch

Rhymes they drastic, all you bringing is whack shit

Hit you with a classic as soon we hit a track hit

Diseased and I lost my calm, MCs shiver

I see more shit than the Congaree River

Far from being whack, these new rappers they feed on Similac

Baby fed biters taste my shit that done been intact

I snatch that mic from ya, don't fight hunger

Cause you can catch more samples and beats than 9th Wonder

When I call out my syndicate of scene hitters

I'm fucking up more rappers careers than squeeze triggers

[Verse Two: Reef The Lost Cauze]

I got an itchy finger

Yeah, the trigger scratches that

If it's beef best believe some nigga catchin' that

They suggested that, I am the best in rap

Respect this fact before your fuckin' breath gets snatched

Stretch your ass like an elastic cast

Quick as a fat boy crackin' crab

Back on the ave

We used to go bag for bag

The first to know, always the last to ask

Cool breeze with a toothpick

I hot to spit

You a common cold, not too sick

I got you gripped by the collar dawg

They want the real deal feel, then tell 'em all to holla "Cauze"

You got dogs, woof woof, better call 'em off

Mike Vick will kill your pits and Rottweiler dogs

Just known by 'The Dog' call me 'The Savage Beast'

Savage murder, make burgers from dead maggot meat

[Verse Three: Knowledge]

I spit a 16, and watch the masses plead

Razor sharp dart at your heart, casualty

I'm in the spot where the hammers beat

No love for the other side I'm about family

Syndicate the Dark Side that's my cavalry

Platoon Goons, C4, Two pounds a piece

.223 cocked back at war with the beast

4x4 conquer your land tricks up my sleeve

Concrete jungle on the block we rumble

Never talk to police never knockin' the hustle

Get yours cause I'mma get mine, every time, line for line

Crime on my mind

You do dirt, you get dirt, eye on the prize

You's a fake rapper

Dana Carvey, master disguise

Slash cats backwards, blacken they eye

This one's for my people just trying to get by

[Scratch Hook]:

"It ain't a question that this shit is the bomb"

"Nigga standin' on the verge of, you know the song"

"I give a fuck if you believe it or not"

"Snowgoons"

"Got your whole block sayin' true dat"