the sirkle of verbal gun smokerz & we blazin them hammerz//
lyrically known for makin bitches 'run' jus like 'David Banner'//
devastatin wit grammer always elevatin our standardz//
only tha strong survive in a sirkle full of commanderz//
from L.A. to Atlanta spittin that hip hop propaganda//
got evry rapper on tha net, fuckin watchin they mannerz//
cuz our glockz throwin tantrums in every battle we spark//
wit 'underground flowin' like 'yellow stone national park'//
THEN EXPLOSIONZ!! from coast to coast & over tha oceanz//
the sirkle cypherin like a 'moshpitt' its 'outta control' BITCH!//
'overdosage' is imminent cuz we jus that 'dope' BITCH!//
spittin that 'dry ice' 'cool' as hell but 'wont stop smokin'//
'potent', like tha tha 'pocket ya forgot ya roach in'//
feelin 'froggish' leap but best believe yall be tha ones 'croakin'//
OPEN's, wut we leave tha mic but u'll pay tha price//
if ya beefin wit my klick, cuz thats beef wit Da Nice//
