Lyrics:

Here comes the switch to my soul
I'm feeling, it's the beat of your life
Here comes the switch to my soul
I'm feeling, it's the beat

No drag call this pop or alternative rock
It's the beat from the streets and it's called hip-hop
It'll be dimensional move shakes, yo, fight in the club
It'll be dimensions: smoke and get drunk, the shit that you love
Guns in the club, the dress code for niggas that know
Hip-hop's not only 'bout the music, it's 'bout gettin' the dough
Come with the flows, and every night fuckin' new hoes

Yeah, it's goin' down (International)
Big Iceberg, SMG (Trigga Tha Gambla)
DJ Tomekk, number 1 DJ on Earth, bitch
It's real, what now feel this
We about to do some gangster rap

It's slaughter, fuck whoever thought we couldn't bring it
We bring the ruckus every time to all you punk motherfuckers
Bring it on, word is bond and it only takes one to slip up
Never front nothin', paper thin niggas get ripped up
Known for stick up, it's SMG comin'
You niggas bitchin' so much, you startin' sound like my ex-woman
Hold up, only real niggas get down

Slaughter town
Slaughter town
Slaughter town
Slaughter town
Slaughter town

Here comes the switch to my soul
I'm feeling, it's the beat of your life
Here comes the switch to my soul
I'm feeling, it's the beat

Everybody put your hands up
For the beat of life
I'm comin' from the hard rock
Wanna see you die
Love, just hip-hop
You stay alive
Just, lovely ass hip-hop
You stay alive

I give a fuck about you rappers, I'm a stone cold shooter
Gangbanger, straight pimp, ho recruiter
When lookin' at me, it's obvious, my hobby is to come up
Moved away illegally, takin' blocks strategically

I'ma shoot out beef wetter, racer cuttin' shredder
Drama threater, setter, more rappin' deader
Timble stomper, bomber, smoking live, drama
Gambla's strapped down to the Trigga, heavy armor

Down and dirty, say your prayers
It's the Trigga nigga, they come
(Glocks on cop) And on my block to sell rocks we're bigger nigga
(So move aside) To load dumb buck you dumbfuck
(Can't get with this fly shit) Then get it, get your brains stuck

Who reigns supreme?
(Trigga) That's my name
(And who's the slickest?) Ice Berg, ain't a damn thing changed
(And who are we?) SMG how we runnin' these streets
(And DJ Tomekk?) I heard about him bangin' that heat

SMG baby
Sex, money and guns
SMG baby
Sex, money and guns
SMG baby
Sex, money and guns

Niggas talk shit with no guns, they act for it
We ever get broke with no funds, we blast for it
Bitches out of pocket, goin' straight, get smacked for it
Ride up in the club while my niggas give me gat for it
Mack with the mack, black gat when we clap for it
Beef when we creep your whole crew, can't take a nap for it
Call me iced out, run out and tact for it
Lex chromed out, and stop like it jack for it

Here comes the switch to my soul
I'm feeling, it's the beat of your life
Here comes the switch to my soul
I'm feeling, it's the beat

Everybody put your hands up
For the beat of life
I'm comin' from the hard rock
Wanna see you die
Love, just hip-hop
You stay alive
Just lovely-ass hip-hop
You stay alive

Everybody put your hands up
For the beat of life
I'm comin' from the hard rock