Jon Murdock, Foundation - VivaLaDation lyrics
[Jon Murdock, Foundation - VivaLaDation lyrics]
Get blindsided, there's no survivin'
Wave the iron, sound the siren, yo
Sound the siren, a pound of iron
No survivin'
Pistol down your throat, pull it out
Perform the Heimlich
Maneuver with Rugers, it's useless to do shit
A nuisance since flu kicks
With two clips of Yusef
Like you're drunk, step hop
Spit the way the TEC pop
Sixty second, set clock
The tool can catch a head shot
Pack a pistol properly
Pull robberies and probably
Run in your house with guns out
My people follow me
Hypotheses for these rhyme odysseys
Roasts gotta be
The modern day audible oracle
Bringing these prophecies
He who hath faith to go
Against these rhymin' fakes
Hold the fire in his soul then
None shall try and take
Try and face X the Pimp, smack taste
The track's laced get your facts straight
Cats bamboozle with black face
Delacroix what I'm saying
Y'all believe it or not
There's a lot of shit in
Rotation that really ain't hot
Yo, I told y'all
That y'all ain't fucking with this
The infamous scientist
Floats of diminished kids
Fuck the innocent, everybody's a victim
Shotguns to your chest, dog
I dampen your vision
Rhyme for rhyme, every time, I'm rippin'
Every time I'm kickin'
Split the uprights to end your mission
Ricky Fitz, ahead of you, listen
Heard you faggots is snitchin'
My team will leave you in a pine box, missin'
Spin position, twisted, statistics
I'll flip shit
Foundation clique, click, pop
You on some slick shit
From dawn to dusk, armed with what?
Armed with mad weapons, kid, bomb you up
I know this bitch named Cagney
Drove an old Cadi'
Kept weed in baggies, raggedy clothes, nasty
Worked for the Jakes when she got hemmed up
Then next year
I seen the bitch with the car rimmed up
And the frostbit cuffs with
The shoes to match
Kept an ill thong broad with the Gucci straps
And her hair in a doobie wrap, wild bitch
When she strip
Taste my dick like a Scooby Snack
Where your crew be at when
X ride on the beat?
Son, I'm fly like a hawk
Keep my eye on the street
7: 30 early, dirty
Get hit with the desert birdy i'ma make it
Couldn't shake it 'cause my foundation sturdy
Wave the iron, sound the siren, yo
Sound the siren, a pound of iron
No survivin'
Pistol down your throat, pull it out
Perform the Heimlich
Maneuver with Rugers, it's useless to do shit
A nuisance since flu kicks
With two clips of Yusef
Like you're drunk, step hop
Spit the way the TEC pop
Sixty second, set clock
The tool can catch a head shot
Pack a pistol properly
Pull robberies and probably
Run in your house with guns out
My people follow me
Hypotheses for these rhyme odysseys
Roasts gotta be
The modern day audible oracle
Bringing these prophecies
He who hath faith to go
Against these rhymin' fakes
Hold the fire in his soul then
None shall try and take
Try and face X the Pimp, smack taste
The track's laced get your facts straight
Cats bamboozle with black face
Delacroix what I'm saying
Y'all believe it or not
There's a lot of shit in
Rotation that really ain't hot
Yo, I told y'all
That y'all ain't fucking with this
The infamous scientist
Floats of diminished kids
Fuck the innocent, everybody's a victim
Shotguns to your chest, dog
I dampen your vision
Rhyme for rhyme, every time, I'm rippin'
Every time I'm kickin'
Split the uprights to end your mission
Ricky Fitz, ahead of you, listen
Heard you faggots is snitchin'
My team will leave you in a pine box, missin'
Spin position, twisted, statistics
I'll flip shit
Foundation clique, click, pop
You on some slick shit
From dawn to dusk, armed with what?
Armed with mad weapons, kid, bomb you up
I know this bitch named Cagney
Drove an old Cadi'
Kept weed in baggies, raggedy clothes, nasty
Worked for the Jakes when she got hemmed up
Then next year
I seen the bitch with the car rimmed up
And the frostbit cuffs with
The shoes to match
Kept an ill thong broad with the Gucci straps
And her hair in a doobie wrap, wild bitch
When she strip
Taste my dick like a Scooby Snack
Where your crew be at when
X ride on the beat?
Son, I'm fly like a hawk
Keep my eye on the street
7: 30 early, dirty
Get hit with the desert birdy i'ma make it
Couldn't shake it 'cause my foundation sturdy