Stelf Index - Anger lyrics

Stronghold (ft. L.I.F.E. Long, Stelf Index, Poison Pen, Breez Evahflowin', and C-Rayz Walz) - “Anger” [Produced by [?]] [Verse 1: L.I.F.E. Long] What's your definition Of vexed? Mine need descriptive visual Peep the view out of my eye camera, see the anger Raise my stress levels. The heat's on and now my talk's Whistling similar to kettles. Not mad—that's for dogs Simian pits we left for dicks and those who act like A uterus, frustrated, past-the-brinks upset I feel like leaving a cat flatlined, dead on arrival That's why all my poetical recitals usually consist Of spitting ‘til my face be lava-like in color Larynx stretched out, looking like an invertebrate after lunch Sounding like, “Aaah!” adrenaline rush [Verse 2: Stelf Index] I outlast a**a**ins. You ba*tards couldn't hang With me if we were runaway slaves and captured Racketeering like the loser of a tennis match Like an a** crack, kick sh**. f** NASDAQ—hurt your stocking Cap when you wrote waves. Ripple timelines, sell Wreck by the byline, tear off your mind like (What?!? Aaah!) Blow away, enter your head Like random arrests, you don't know what you in for Rock, rock, I don't stop. Even though they tried To destroy paradise and put up a parking lot BX, they say, “Index, you ‘2 Complex.'” I say “Check the table of contents. Chapter: I Don't Give a f**” Flows splash like climax in belly bu*ton, empty sack Sack your a** before the “hut, one.” We're transparent Like fathers on the move, take it once Going straight to your head like a blunt... object [Verse 3: Poison Pen] Get your sh** right. Drifting, other cats are burning in flight VIP blast you, beating on site—here's your invite Jump on your windpipe. Channel 47: Lucha Libre NYC and the BX live from Bed Stuy Gold medal: turnstile hurdle relay—a hundred styles you're running They're coming now, they're coming. You want it? Now you got it It's coming down proper, unstoppable force Navy SEALs flee from our obstacle course, yelling, “Who's that?” Smack your bubblegoose flat, shove you back in your mom's Twat for bad-mouthing N.A. Rock. Ha! Y'all don't even know what to think when I started “Lumbering” through the clubs, knocking over your drinks [Verse 4: Breez Evahflowin'] Now most tend to sink in a pseudo-sleep state By the ghost hand of fate, caught a beating. My eating Decreased by elevation of the solar and heat Now I was told to say, “Peace,” but we war. I stand confused At a detour. f** around, which road do I take? Which road leaving the hour Breez to burn in the lake? Which Hold is still Strong when the magic is gone? My songs, we end tragic like a savage of Khan A magical bong, a parasite, and Poisonous lick One hit to see the Overfiend f**ing demon chicks As the semen drips, cast off across the screaming lips I was leaning on the Walz/walls, talking ‘bout, “I seen this sh**” [Verse 5: C-Rayz Walz] Ain't nothing laugh, B. Get off that bullsh** like Jason Caffey Reverse uppercuts make you rehearse Ducking like Daffy Bloody Who? Like Harry 2, Rayz when I come through We spit, stuck to your soul/sole like a gum shoe I stay Grouchy—f** a Oscar nominee My new song should be: “Just Drama and Me” Getting red like Annie living a "Hard Knock L.I.F.E." Pens throw Molotov co*ktails when I recite So hype, I want to fight right after. Chicks give Me dap. My melon yelling, “Cap her/Kap-er.” Snatch your Cheese with such speed, you could still feel the Breez Through trees like a giant sneeze. I'm Vegetarian but I hate cornballs. Next time You want to C-Rayz/see rays, bang your head on the Walz/walls Go head up with me. First, take a detour, sleep more Red gra** field—there's blood on the lawn Quick like Spawn, then get off taking yours Stronghold fortress, we war! I'm vexed, human, had it up to here. My days Of paying dues are over—acknowledged, me's in there Yeah! Motherf**ers