[Intro]
Open up that door
Get it open, no
Drop it! Drop it!
Get on the floor
This here, for my true Hip-Hop heads out there
Who know what's going on with this shit
Foundation, spread the word, yo
Listen up, yo
Let's go
[Verse 1]
You lean back like Joe Crack once I blow track
You flow wack but hold gats till you go rap
But ain't ready to approach and you know that
Get tracked down like low jack, your phone's tapped, them pro black
The spitting image of Ice Vanilla, I'm 'bout to rock a fella
Forgot to tell ya, spit salmonella on a acapella
I'm hot and iller, I got to kill ya
I'ma let you know something, they not gon' feel ya
Fuck commercial, rhyme dispersal is what I got to work you
Live and personal I convert to once they try to jerk you
These beats are worth 200,000, fuck you whilin'
The twenty minutes on the board or a couple of hours
The time's worth more to mine, we all tryin' to shine
We all redesign the mind once it's time to sign
On the dotted line, quick, a life changes
It could happen if we just bump into the right strangers
Who says, "Yo, you cats got some hype bangers
Let's develop & market it to approach the game & strangle it"
Next thing you know, millionaires is who you hang with
And we all know money speaks it's own language
So that means I can't spit lyrical now?
Appear in your town, grab the mic and start tearing it down
I'm hardly in the club, kid, I'm never around
I'm Hip-Hop, I'ma come with a clever sound
[Hook]
If this shit ain't Hip-Hop, then what the fuck is?
My rhyme skill with steel, what I'm gonna run with
I'm never gonna be the type to pump a club hit
My true Hip-Hop heads is gonna love this
If this shit ain't Hip-Hop, then what the fuck is?
My rhyme skill with steel, what I'm gonna run with
I'm never gonna be the type to pump a club hit
My true Hip-Hop heads is gonna love this
[Verse 2]
I detected the detective disguised as a technician
One-two technique, turn tables so let's listen
First, spin commercial, second, spin techno
Have wack DJs scared, petro', screaming (Let's go)
"Let's bounce quick before Murdock get's a hold of us"
The Foundation squad flow is tough, one verse, your bones'll crush
Poking out your pant leg, your weight now ain't holdin' up
Thought you could spit, but them cats that you roll with suck
Ain't nice on the mic when I slice and I dice
Precise type to ignite, write all night till it's right
No sleep, you hold heat, so you like to be hyped
But your flow's off-point, so you fight for your life
All respirators, check my C4 detonator
Dark City flavor, rhyme on-point just like Lex's razor
You off-point, got no handle like a Texas ranger
I press the taser to your neck, want some? Let's get this paper
Twin my John McEnroe, one thrust, your back'll blow
Hip blown out like Bo, retire, never back to pro
You Pop cats hold the title for the wackest flow
I stay in check, but you wack so I have to go
[Hook]
If this shit ain't Hip-Hop, then what the fuck is?
My rhyme skill with steel, what I'm gonna run with
I'm never gonna be the type to pump a club hit
My true Hip-Hop heads is gonna love this
If this shit ain't Hip-Hop, then what the fuck is?
My rhyme skill with steel, what I'm gonna run with
I'm never gonna be the type to pump a club hit
My true Hip-Hop heads is gonna love this
[Sample]
(We're looking for John Murdoch)
We're going across the street, son, both of us
Oh, don't look so surprised
There ain't any social security in this line of work
Get going
You start something then I'll have to kill you right here on this street and that would cause a heap of trouble for me
Suppose I don't care
You care
If I'm still scratching around to keep alive at my age, I figure you care a lot at yours
Besides, you wouldn't wanna cause no trouble for one of our senior citizens, would you, son?
We'll wait right here
