[Hook 1: Dare to Live]
[?] the border
All five boroughs, five worlds be emerging
Introducing the five deadly, hit you with the venom
Ha, ha, ha, stick ‘em. Ha, ha, ha
It's like [?] the border
All five boroughs, five worlds be emerging
Introducing the five deadly, hit you with the venom
Ha, ha, ha, stick ‘em. Ha, ha, ha
[Verse 1: Dare to Live]
Ayyo, for real, the deal: I'll thrill with mad sk**s when I spill
Conceal methods. Come and check this how real mills. I'm ill
So where's your weapon? (What?). I hope you got that good God's blessing
Without flexing, I'll smoke that a** like blunts in a session
My profession: I'll leave emcees colliding on a landslide
I'm homeless, out the sewer side without the proof of alibi
So sign your name on this bulletin of d**h
Drinking brews, smoking sess when you blow out your chest
Cardiac arrest goes to the loser. I saw the big chain
As my medallion is your tumor—no rumor
I'll school ya, I'll rip our cold raps unconscious. Word
I'm monstrous on mute. I just bring brick attitudes from top hits
[Verse 2: Truth Enola]
It's hard enough living in this world. My baby girl
Crying late-night with a grill. Two-hundred-and-twelve
Degrees and the streets scorch. Cross your fingers
Hope your heads don't fall off. I'll see this game
Got your brains all inflamed. My n***as got bullets
Relief for any migraine. Strange like denim
Mosquitoes invade New York. You did your best
To survive—n***a, say no more [?]
[?] your pride and joy. Focus the noise
In the bullsh**, try to void. I'll have my sh**
So cold, fam's selling dreams, getting high
Hype off amphetamines. I guess it's like white
What you drink is in the water: material stream
The brain cause manslaughter in Sanborn
I'ma fight ‘til my kid is gone. Peace to my n***a
Leak and my k**er cons. Wha?
[Hook 2: Poison Pen] (x2)
S-T-R-O-N-G
H-O-L-D: Stronghold!
[Verse 3: Poison Pen]
Poison Pen. It's like this
I stepped in sixteen-deep—that's thirty
-two Timb bullets. I'll roll with n***as that
Hate shaving. From the city where juice
Driz drizzy and stay blazing. It's like this, yo
I'll tell you one time: shut the f** up
If I wanted to see a dick spit, I'd have wacked off
While watching a p**no flick. You're like the ones
Where there was no chicks, broads with big Adam's apples
And large hands. I know you're programmed. See, man you're one of them
Herbs that live upstate, rhyme on your answer machine
Or our pump'll pull your crib by mistake. b**h-made
Run at the sight of a switchblade. Muhf**a
Y'all n***as ain't collar-poppers or big ballers
Fleeing from your set with a fistful of dollars
Like I collaboed with Christopher Wallace, b**h
I would have bust in your mouth if I wanted you to
Come out your face. Don't step out of place. This ain't
Hopscotch, n***a. Who's block you jumping on?
Inferior. In battles, I'll spit flesh-eating bacterias
Damn. We out of town. All these n***as hate us, but their
Hoes like us. Poison Pen. I'll sell rhymes to your
Ghostwriters. You don't know how to approach fighters
Simply not, you're doomed. Poison Pen is Strong-
-hold Number Three. n***as wish my other
Cats was here to instill fear all up in ‘em
Poison Pen stick the venom all up in ‘em
With Eddie Ill & D.L., any time
Poison Pen is on this sh**. Volume three
You know it's gonna sell. There it go
Bed Stuy blocks herd these emcees up like livestock
Check what this guy got. And when my single “Lumber” drops
Check it out. n***as gonna lose it
We don't f** with BUDS Distribution. Strictly
Stronghold: S-T-R-O
N-G. n***as know me
With my man Breez Evahflowin' and C-
Rayz Walz leaving emcees hanging on a tree
And jumping on their f**ing balls
L.I.F.E. Long is right next to me with my man
Stelf Index, with the gla** always playing our
Motherf**ing Windex. Here it go
[Interlude 1: Poison Pen and Supreme Wisdom (of Third Eye Navigatorz)]
Poison Pen: Yo, Stronghold. Poison Pen's one-tenth, n***a
Supreme Wisdom (of Third Eye Navigatorz): Yes. Yes. It's Third Eye Navigatorz. Haha. Yo, yo, yo
[Verse 4: Supreme Wisdom (of Third Eye Navigatorz)]
Ayyo, I'm shadowless, illuminating the core of your cabbages
With meticulous pa**ages foreign to you like Arabics
Mics are black with it whenever inhaling contaminants
Propelling my cerebellum to a state beyond average
Phonetic alchemist with an addiction to alphabets
Leaving paper with track bombs when injecting my narrative
To me, you're never comparative ‘cause I am an*logous
To a catalyst of human neurological palaces
Carrying cancerous organisms that are disasterous
[?] sacrificing emcees who cannot handle this
Ultramagnanimous, numerological abacus
Calculating the slow pace at which you claim to be after us
Subtract it from the velocity of my every adjective
Equals the universal truth that opponents came after this
Type of vernacular savageness my brain's implanted with
The lyrics superior to anything that you battle with
I'm a Navigating, intergalactical strategist
Carve different planets with a supernatural la-ry-nx
Precipitation and permeating mental extravagance
Consuming arrogance with I'm sinking your ego battleship
Be hip hop. You rap savages are blasphemous
Like Satanic practices, but you're performing Catholic [?]
I have a knack for this or your coalition is talentless
Trying to be challengers to this rhetoric antagonist
That's merciless, spreading an epidemic of nervousness
Among nations of verbalists unaware of this murderous
Subliminal Copernicus Navigating alternative
The worthlessness—most deserving no funeral services
Like midlife crisis, I change purposes of any rapper
Opposing. Rationality Wisdom is merging with
Flash-in-a-pan artist. I've thought it a situation
They can't finish, so they keep diminishing, lyrically moderate
Brains cells retarded, vocally bombarded
‘Cause your flow is senseless like senior citizens getting carded
[Interlude: 2: Third Eye Navigatorz]
S.H.E.K.: Right, right, right. Right. Uh
Supreme Wisdom: We Third Eye Navigatorz
[Hook 3: Third Eye Navigatorz] (x2)
Yo, we Third Eye. We Third Eye Navigatorz
[Interlude: 3: Third Eye Navigatorz]
S.H.E.K.: With underground... Yo, ayyo, ayyo
Supreme Wisdom: Booty smack. Haha. Right
[Verse 5: S.H.E.K. (of Third Eye Navigatorz)]
My pattern of thought is that of a fanatic of sports
The rascal was caught, invite battles of sorts
Disarm national force with weapons, shoot ‘em in rappers
Of course, specializing, clam ‘em with force
Verbally tapping your jaws. I'll send you to space
I'm laughing at y'all, leave y'all out on Saturn on tour
You yapping you raw with your wack deliveries, but my team
Batting the score. Blitz me, I'm still pa**ing for more
Basically, you asking for the manifestation
The master in metaphors in a field of ten rappers
Eight brothers get the door. I got you sweating like Thor
While chasing that a** [?], you wetting your drawers
Leave your knot stinking, a**a**inate rappers like
John Booth when he shot Lincoln. [?]
Mezzanines geographically display adrenaline
My Third Eye Navigatorz pack the medicine
Amphetamine injections lace functions with
Sharp projection, cause hemorrhage to heart sections
Of those misdirecting minds of adolescents
No question. Check this. Congruent with lessons
“Show Heads Eclectic Knowledge” the acronym. Wackness
My antonym. Players get traded like [?]
[Verse 6: Verbz]
Brutally using my pen. Sue me. My set usually grooving
With ten, two men who balance souls like Dao and Zen
The “how?” and “when?” ain't crucial like the “why?”
The who's want to do what where? Then let ‘em try
Even the cheddified leave battles with red-up eyes
More cuts than a set of knives keeping my head up high
Trash gets set aside, then murdered like it's genocide
No commercials—why? The revolution won't be televised
There ain't no sponsor. Hypnotic be the end of paper
[?]. Don't even bother
Telling your saga. You're still the first initial dot
Yes, your honor. These big fish just can't test piranhas
I'll bet your mama ain't never said nothing ‘bout
Days like this. It's ‘bout time we changed some sh** (Tell ‘em)
Why don't we floss rhymes about school grades to kids?
GPAs a bit too low on these lazy cliques
My frazy clips just shining off the eighties hits
Wouldn't have blacked, but y'all motherf**ers made me spit
Y'all make me sick, get iller by the second
The cats don't give y'all credit—y'all ain't even mic-checking
Flossing ice-dressings and hype weapons. Got me like
“Question: Would you love ‘em like the rooster in a rice section?”
I'd like to mention respect for those who fell
So rest in peace to Pun, [?], and Big L
[Outro: All]
(Word. Uh, uh). Stronghold (What?), Wiz, Big Mike (New Jersey), Emvees (For real), V.L. Strongheezy, my neezy, lay it down easy. N.A. Rock, baby (Third Eye Navigatorz). Eddie Ill, D.L. (Peace, peace)