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bada bada - jon murdock lyrics

[intro: jon murdock]
it’s foundation, baby, bringing it to you live
for the ’04 and ’05
yo, have you scared to drive, check it, yo

[verse 1: jon murdock]
my spit game sick with aim, i rain flames
change lanes in the jesse james range, it came plain
i stole that, drove an old [?] to the coat shack
couldn’t cop it then, so i had to go back
polo on the coat rack, you spit? didn’t know that
heard a few lines, i noticed you flow wack
need a few years to practice your off-axis
murdock, the status is cl-ssic, grab the tracklist
call 9/11 ground zero “dark city”
put your hands on me, choked out and you call jiggy
toss you off a tall building, kid, you fall fiddy
stories to the concrete floor, who want it with me?
my red-dead revolver, it’s always the problem solver
jimmy hoffa stock ya to rob ya, just pulled the car up
do the drive-by, glide by, use the long gun
gonna make it happen with rappin’ in the long run
y’all cats ain’t strong, son, like chris you keep walkin’
stick you in the coffin, i spit sickenin’ often
you talking to the sergeant, they sent you to detectives
cop myself a lexus, impressive, i drive reckless

[chorus: lex starwind]
y’all keep watchin’, plottin’
but y’all can’t stop him, problem
it’s foundation, blazin’
so y’all settle down, settle down
y’all keep watchin’, plottin’
but y’all can’t stop him, problem
it’s foundation, blazin’
so y’all settle down, settle down

[verse 2: lex starwind]
the track runner last summer couldn’t catch the rap numbers
star outlaw stretched out on a black hummer
the mad gunner, mad hatter, black b-st-rd
who would act savage and slap cats who -ss-backwards
lack traction to hold weight in the whole race
for the whole safe, straight duct tape your whole face
borrowed rhymes get a prorate, biting n-gg-s are taxed now
bmi, ascap p-ssed that, to sachs now
the rap style conducted from percussion, his disgustin’
[?] production, hit the b-tton, i ain’t stopping this for nothin’
y’all be fronting for them bright stars, glamour and glitz
prime target for the marksmen, them cannons’ll click, what?

- jon murdock lyrics

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