[Intro: Ricky Fitz]
(Let's get some headphones)
If you wanna do something, let's do something crazy
Y'all n***as gotta do something too
Do a skit or something, crazy
Or you just wanna rap?
(I use the broken ones?)
Or you just wanna rap?
(I use the broken ones?)
Yeah it's that jail cat, meets bail cat, meets mail cat
R. Fitz, n***a, hahaha
[Verse 1: Ricky Fitz]
My sound splash like a wave at the beach, you underneath
Beneath me, f** around, might lose your teeth
When I step into your sight, n***a, don't even speak
I should hear a pin drop way out in the street
Since age seven, Ray Charles, son, I can't even see
How half these n***as made it in the game 'fore me
You weak, dog, I son you, bend you over the knee
Ground your a** for life, son, I'm talking six feet deep
You talking 'bout cheese, but you steady out in the street
Scrambling for every penny, always ducking from D's
Plus your man told me that you wasn't nice as me
Caught you banging Ground Zero in your SUV
Heard you over Dock's house, always asking for beats
With no cheese, talking 'bout on the strength, for free
While I'm in the studio, dropping a masterpiece
You on the block getting knocked, rocking county greens
And when you leave, your girl start asking for me
R. Fitz, but you know she call me Godyssey
Neck vicious, plus she said you wasn't hard as me
My iron rod hit her off with ease, know what I mean?
The MC, it's Ricky Fitz, ripping a track
DJs mad, say I'm always melting the wax
Like rip at the vinyl, son, catch me rocking a mask
You got a choice: give up your stash, your brains on the dash
Hold that, and I ain't talking 'bout casts, I'm talking HTs
Son, a BP vest won't save yo' a**
Call me mad, got a beautiful mind
Who the f** ga**ed you up? Made you think that you could f** with Jon
Murdock, LS Outlaw and Arsonist?
So you slumped in the bar, drinking Arbor Mist
Face swole, eyes shut, probably scaring your kids
'Fraid to go home and face your wiz, you's a b**h, n***a
[Interlude: Ricky Fitz & Jon Murdock]
Yeah, it's R. Fitz, n***a
You know how we do
Foundation, yeah
f** y'all n***as, b**h a** n***as
f** off, you know it's real
It's the Arsonist, n***a, Foundation
Coming soon, motherf**er
But first, Jon, f**ing murder these n***as
What, yo
Murdock, get 'em, come on
[Collision: Sample]
Mr. Murdoch, yes
Mr. Murdoch, yes
Mr. Murdoch, yes
Where is he?
[Verse 2: Jon Murdock]
It's Foundation, y'all
I don't think these cats know what they facin', y'all
Catch the right hook to your face, you fall
Spit teeth on the concrete
No way you crawl, face'll break your fall
'Cause now in '04, it ain't safe for y'all
When I piledrive the mic line and display the raw
Jon Murdock, motherf**er, what you take me for?
I ain't fake at all, it ain't safe because
My mic cannon's the status, the Gatlings, I blaze a .50 caliber
Package to gallop you backwards and silence you actors
Display violent reactions, black talons to fracture
Both your femur bones, both to balance the factor
I'll bounce in the Acura, to cypher my vernacular
My whole squad acting up, get tackled, now your staff is shook
Paranoia and shaky, there's nothing for you to face me
I leave you unconscious, head split, they noddin' lately
Like they popped a 80 of Oxy, I make it a hobby
To pop shots at your body and leave holes once you spot me
Suicidal like kamikazes from Nagasaki
Biting, they real like neo-Nazis, ain't hard to follow me
Wild once you stop the beat, no one's ever stopping me
I pop the heat to stop the beef, impossibly I'll rob your team
With weight of a freight train, thrust of a Harrier
Trust in my words, I'll bust through your barrier
[Outro: Jon Murdock]
Motherf**er, Jon Murdock
2004, Foundation, what
(Let's get some headphones)
If you wanna do something, let's do something crazy
Y'all n***as gotta do something too
Do a skit or something, crazy
Or you just wanna rap?
(I use the broken ones?)
Or you just wanna rap?
(I use the broken ones?)
Yeah it's that jail cat, meets bail cat, meets mail cat