PackFM - Strongholdin' lyrics

[Manifest] The first miss is that you listen, the second's in suspicion The third is rhyme addiction, whenever I be spittin I'm flipping better flows. I think in decibels This is the desert and you're stupid wearing leather clothes Don't get it twisted b**h, I'm good at evil sh** Walk up in a church and make a preacher scream out 'Holy sh**!' This n***as triple-six, but the reverse of it Slaughter tracks sorta like the murders commited by Berkowitz Devoted vocalist, overflowing explosive poet riffs Don't play or beef with me, lyrics come to me easily Sporadically transmitting freestyles, telekinetically I burn heat with 3rd Degree emergencies, Urge Mcs with Urgency Wage a whimsical war of written words with me Prefer to eat the weak verbally Speech is refered to as unique verbal surgery [LouCipher] It's LouCipher, cast out of heaven for throwing power trips You need a graphing calculator to count the amount of clowns I rip Cause once the instrumental drops, it's obvious the heads'll bop And your mind will get molested Like an unsuspecting alterboy with a dirty priest in the confession box Cause any amount of bars with no hook will leave your flow shook You couldn't come across a dope rhyme if you jerked off on my notebook This Fallen Angel, stronghold affiliate Will make even the hardest rapping thug look like a silly b**h Always k**in it And you must've lost your sense of touch if you ain't feeling it A Strongholder of Mics the second I grab it I'll stab your ideas till your thoughts are laid out in a casket You've just been decapitated, put the f**ing head in a basket Don't incite my wrath Your writtens are the sh**, cause I used em to wipe my a** [PackFM] Yo, It's PackFM and strongheezy, roll like dice that's in monopoly Game like Parker Brothers, n***as ain't coming as properly You ain't on to that? Then, you gots to be... f** your thoughts of battling me Forget about it, bout it, there's no limit to my masterpiece This nonsense has to cease, cause Pack's a beast on the loose Whippin kids like child abuse, once I put my style to use Steppin' to me with an excuse is useless, cause I'm too slick Styles are ruthless, leave you with no use for toothpics My title's undisputed, but right now, I'm at my peak Every bar that I freak opens doors like Dominique The rhymes you kick are kinda weak, Definition of obsolete You never felt this kinda heat, find my style hard to freak Next time you feature me, you'd better put this sh** first Cause cats will skip through the whole CD just to hear my verse [Tonedeff] I'm cursing any available rhyme-merchant So, try purchasing 9 verses of my verbal a**ertions Turning your words worthless Tonedeff with Stronghold? That's like, Damn! No words to describe this Even Bob Barker knows that it's priceless Time to ignite this, I claim know things And your Flightless, like an being Ostrich on a plane with no wings Cause we be the bilingual flow kings They won't allow me in battles anymore Cause the clubs I hit are non smoking I be thought-provoking, spit at pop-filters until they soaking Leave wack emcees HOPPING mad like sapos screaming COQUI I blow the f**ing house down in one PUFF Regardless of how I sever hearts, it's One Love Concealing my sk**s is a Tough Bluff Like playing the poker with a straight face With aces being the only cards that come up Your whole crew is dumb-f**s they trying to front with they guns up It's all peace, but in prom night fashion they get done up I play for 1-Ups, but don't march to the drum of fate If I got one life to live, then I rob cats for the other eight And count it down, 1-2-3-4-5 The illest underground hip-hop, we bring it to you live For 2000 Milleni-I, it's like that If this sh** is off the chain, f** it y'all; we stole the bike-rack