[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