Verse 1 (Realeyez)
Call me zoo, cuz I'm only doin' what suits me
Lyrical uzi, verses hit you like Bruce Lee
Bruisin' like wrecking off a Suzuki
Put the mic down bitch, don't make me count to 3
Call the calvary, Eyez is on the set
Finna wreck shop, make you all forget
You didn't get with the format, frontin' like a doormat
Priceless nice shit, homie you can't afford that
There's only one way to rock a mic
Hot, live and fresh, a trio you not like
Hater, see me standin' in some fresh gators
Downtown NAP like I'm a Pacer
Chant, ain't shit the Circle City can't
Do except for grow like the leaves on plants
Check the crates, nothin' but raw rhyme cargo
Smart flow, make you think my name was Don Darko
Uh huh, bitch you don't want nuh huh
I'm like a hot knife searchin for a stick of butter, solve it!
Verse 2 (C-Rayz Walz)
Y'all could figure it out if ya'll stop thinkin bout it it aint that hard!
But that's a body count that, put it on the wood bounce back
Funny cats gettin' cheese from the mousetrap
Music notes, mic clutch, bruise ya throats
Create methods, break records till the grooves is broke!
Verse 3 (Klinik)
We're more on point than a metronome and here to fuckin' wreck ya domes
There ain't no doubt about it we'll fuck you up more than methadone
Get your phone out and call every fuckin sect you know
Tell em to come here so we can rip em up from head to toe
Just to let ya know The Soulution don't fuck around
That's why we tear thru all you douches and you fuckin' clowns
You say we're suckin now? How does that make any sense?
You fucked around so of course we're gonna take offense
Your pretense of us has got you feelin stressed
When we step up in your fence, you and your crew are feelin' tense
The suspense of a Soulution Crew beatdown
Is pretty similar to how most of my fuckin' beats sound
Raw, rugged, and rough, y'all are suckin too much
You see me and my crew comin' so you run and you duck
Y'all can't fuck with me, Glocc, xxx or Realeyez
The only real guys that always stay real high
Verse 4 (C-Rayz Walz)
So Realeyez what you lookin' at
Let the Glocc hit ya face late night, I'm the hooker type
Generation X, not included in co-press
Livin' easy? That's life without mo' stress
I'm, outta my mind, bout to to go into yours
Slave to the rhythm, we livin' in boards x2
Verse 5 (Glocc):
Yeah and I'm killin' it
God willin' and I'm chillin' it
And the feeling's so revealin' got me dancin' on the ceiling
Exit stay slept, I'm a gourney MC
In HD, I'm high and I'm def
I destroy ya set and then come clean like dry clean
Then I spill the beans, like I kill the dream
And I'm on the scene, and I'm on the scene
And I'm kinda mean, and I'm kinda mean
And I'm fuckin' up everything, everything
Dirty white quarterbacked the team
Dirty white up all night, dream
Dirty white up all night
Alright
Gimme a light
It's not alright, not alright
Bridge (C-Rayz Walz)
Kill flowin' for trill, still goin'
Still goin'
Verse 6 (C-Rayz Walz)
Don't take offense, you'd rather steal a gate
Heidi Klum, your word is numb, let it seal your fate
Kill flowin' for trill, the real know that I'm real
Welcome to my Duracell hell still goin', it's ill
Catch a battery bill, my anatomy is
Silverback on geinseng pills, hilarious kid
Back stage, front row, cigarettes snuffin' me
The mic check is one two, three's company
Four killers with me, wanna be spartans when we grow up
Legendary flow, free water if you feelin' me!