[Intro: Jon Murdock]
(Should we them how it's done? Definitely)
Yo, Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind, Ricky Fitz
Foundation ruffle your lives
Check it, yo, yo
[Verse 1: Jon Murdock]
Mos' def', I define the definition of the most blessed
I blind the competition when the smoke sets
My mind be kinda spinning when I smoke wet
Have me choking MCs, leave 'em yoked up
That's the type of shit I'm on when I smoke dust
If you try to rob me, then I post up
Pierce your heart with the poison-tipped blow gun, I'm moving silent as fuck
And I don't even smoke PCP
But if did, you fuck around and get DTD'd
I'll bust your ship, buck 'em down, see the police then flee
I shut 'em down, bust a round, hop in a GT3
Got mad whip game, kids they spit lame
F-dation we on top of the game
Messed up, busting shots in the rain
Cocking and aim, jumped a turnstile then hop on a train
You'll rot in your grave, stopping your pain, that's the logic of rage
Yo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight shots left in my demented MAC-11
Spit 'em all, dip out in nine or ten seconds
And pulled the thirteenth is what he takes, asking questions
[Hook: Lex Starwind]
Mic check, catch wreck mos' (definitely)
One two, guns blue mos' (definitely)
Three four, flow raw mos' (definitely)
You don't believe it, try stepping to me
[Verse 2: Ricky Fitz]
Imperialist American Scientific
Invade your lab for the cash and these drugs I get
Whole-sale, I give a fuck, it's all profit kid
And I don't hustle much, keep my phone bitches in touch
Call me PR, love the way I'm dicking they guts
Snow bunnies, fiending to fuck, they love when I [?]
Fresh out the bing, [?] to me
Foundation zodiac productions
When I blow, y'all gon' blow with me
And vice versa, Sci seeks to hurt ya
Enemies out to hurt me, dodging murder
Attempts on my life I might die tonight
But never will I go silently, plays violently
With every tool I possess the posed threat
[?] dolo, American beauty who want test
No need for reinforcements I got this here
Fall back let me show what I'm about this year
Flames flying out the booth, the dragon's lair
Your front line's been diminished, best to check the rear
[Interlude]
It gives me extreme pleasure to announce the great treat that I've got in store for you
[Verse 3: Lex Starwind]
Catch wreck, mos' def', on your mark, flow set
Whole squad throwing bars, most guarded so what's next
Check, check for the fast move, plotting on the cash rule
Red dot on your noggin, no problem for me to blast, fool
Whack fashion show, pageant hoes acting vaginal
Riding dick, tally ho bro for the camera, go
Cameo, insanity fantasy no, it's real life, kill mics, let the fantasy go
Hot to death shorty, hot step where cops check for me
X story gory slang talk fly like 7:40
Niggas is kinda corny they bore me with apathy
Actually claiming nice but only really half of me
'Dation settle shit, blank close range graze your [?]
Make you hesitant to pull out, squeeze the metal shit
Relocate, switch states, change your residence
My spit game etiquette's eloquent, Weapon X-travagant
Still bless the tech, flex arrogant
Sense battlin', off your head, next challenge is, silencers
Kids don't even know what fucking talent is
Shit that I created, who made it? Tell 'em whose style it is
X the beast, North, South, West and East, it's Foundation, bitch check the streets
Recipe just from me, the chef to be, whose specialty's to rock mics (Definitely)
