VivaLaDation

[Intro: Jon Murdock]
Get blindsided, there's no survivin'
Wave the iron, sound the siren, yo

[Verse 1: Jon Murdock]
Sound the siren, a pound of iron, no survivin'
Pistol down your throat, pull it out, perform the Heimlich
Maneuver with Rugers, it's useless to do shit
A nuisance since flu kicks, with two clips of Yusef
Like you're drunk, step hop, spit the way the TEC pop
Sixty second, set clock, the tool can catch a head shot
Pack a pistol properly, pull robberies and probably
Run in your house with guns out, my people follow me

[Verse 2: Lex Starwind]
Hypotheses for these rhyme odysseys, roasts gotta be
The modern-day audible oracle bringing these prophecies
He who hath faith to go against these rhymin' fakes
Hold the fire in his soul then none shall try and take
Try and face X the Pimp, smack taste, the track's laced
Get your facts straight, cats bamboozle with black face
Delacroix what I'm saying, y'all believe it or not
There's a lot of shit in rotation that really ain't hot

[Verse 3: Ricky Fitz]
Yo, I told y'all, that y'all ain't fucking with this
The infamous scientist, floats of diminished kids
Fuck the innocent, everybody's a victim
Shotguns to your chest, dog, I dampen your vision
Rhyme for rhyme, every time, I'm rippin', every time I'm kickin'
Split the uprights to end your mission
Ricky Fitz, ahead of you, listen, heard you faggots is snitchin'
My team will leave you in a pine box, missin'

[Verse 4: Jon Murdock]
Spin position, twisted, statistics, I'll flip shit
Foundation clique, click, pop, you on some slick shit
From dawn to dusk, armed with what?
Armed with mad weapons, kid, bomb you up
I know this bitch named Cagney, drove an old Cadi'
Kept weed in baggies, raggedy clothes, nasty
Worked for the Jakes when she got hemmed up
Then next year, I seen the bitch with the car rimmed up

[Verse 5: Lex Starwind]
And the frostbit cuffs with the shoes to match
Kept an ill thong broad with the Gucci straps
And her hair in a doobie wrap, wild bitch
When she strip, taste my dick like a Scooby Snack
Where your crew be at when X ride on the beat?
Son, I'm fly like a hawk, keep my eye on the street
7:30 early, dirty, get hit with the desert birdy
I'ma make it, couldn't shake it 'cause my foundation sturdy