The Foundation Lyrics

Make 'em learn

Built the foundation, made it firm

Great return no wait And I really hate that we've taken turns

No mistake, or debate that these snakes are forsaken words

Then karma and fate will set in place and make it work like pay me first

Stay concerned, top of the grave is where I placed the ern

Shit so hot, you just take the burn no make it or take it I just take the serve

Erase you nerds, but first you gotta force the break

The hate's what made me great, but I kept it humble and raised the stake

Want a piece of the pie? Well I'll take the cake

It's so clear what is taking place,

Decapitate a rapper's face doing crazy eights

Say facts

Make cash like past tears, way back that's sneer

Rub off on pussies like pap smears

That's weird he said it that clear in the tact of that year

So listen when I'm spitting or say it different in your waxed ear

Tread fine make headlines and not head movies

Dead to me, dead in a house full of dead, full of dead goonies

I came from the trenches, never miss my mark

And shoot for the stars, can I hit the dark

Hang from the moon, like I'm Mr. Stark

I got them scissors in my grip, watch me clip your art

I wanna feast the game so I repeat the speech with flames

You're too weak to speak these names, so let the ether seether seep ya veins

How I feel right now I'm like fuck a victim

Like a hawk in the night with no prints involved

The mic's the weapon, you learn your lesson

Rip it from your chest then wipe and rinse it off

Never been a slouch but my pants used to hang low

Souring at these peaks that these average can't go

I'm worth all the cash like I'm riding with tango

Put that matching roo on the side of your kangol

Murderous words from lips, learned the verdict from perdicates

If I gave them the curb, they deserve the shit

You can't see me, I'm a blur and a worder smith

When I skirt make them swerve from my turbulence

Every verb I flip, saliva burned thy spit

I breathe fire, supreme desire the perfect fit

Came from the trenches, never miss my mark

And shoot for the stars, can I hit the dark

Hang from the moon, like I'm Mr. Stark

Got them scissors in my grip, watch me clip your art