The Foundation

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 f*ck 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