Foundations, because they are the basis of creation
and all I hear is bullshit on the radio station!
it’s all about drugs, ice, and carrying fire-arms
if rappers spit flames on tracks, this is a fire-bomb
wack emcees get me vexed, that’s why I hittin’ you
and everyone I talk to says that they’re sick of you
best rhymes are pitiful, intellectually minuscule
in a world full of pretense, consider this an interlude
(that) ya’ll can just listen to
ya’ll can just move to and groove to
(and) learn something from it if you choose to
(while) most hustle aimlessly, tryna get paid
right here, this is where the Foundations get laid
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