Stronghold - Foundation (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Stage Announcer, L.I.F.E. Long, Poison Pen, and Stelf Index] They here all the way from New York City, NYC. So right about now, let's welcome Stronghold! [L.I.F.E. Long, Poison Pen, and Stelf Index] Yeah! (Live and direct, this [?]). Stronghold. Stronghold. Yo. (These n***as one fist, b**h). Stronghold, Poison Pen. (Poison Pen) [Verse 1: Poison Pen] Burst up in the director's chair With shorties playing in my hair Stronghold controversial Don't need no deal—we'll sell our sh** through infomercials R-I-double-A certified over the top Ain't got no plaque but that don't mean we can't rock Yo, it's co*ktails, Molotov Duck my flames holocaust. Hot style With an Alfred Hitchco*k profile Poison Pen chilling L.I.F.E., Walz, Kap-er, Evahflowin' Strongholding, taking this world for hostage With attitudes in oxes. Y'all miniscule Catch L's like Washington Generals I'm hip hop. You hip—not We hypnotics speaking in terms economic That might lead to tragedies The way these chicks chasing my balls, they should be my caddies Stronghold'll seize cash—retreat, music factories Stans spotting my sweat and make casualties [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] We practically raised to rhyme. I blaze, battle with mine Hitting government labs, be tryna travel through time Say lines to get respect and unravel your mind Evahflowin' so deep, shorty, I'm tapping your spine I get “Refined” “On the Mic” with tactics, with this rap sh** Four plus one fantastic, verbally graphic Depictions. Don't rhyme, whatever you do I'm sharing light with four n***as—ain't enough for you too [Hook: Stronghold] Sticks and stones, built like bricks and bones Form a plan. Five fingers to the hand Stronghold, “Foundation.” Watch We break it down so these crews can understand what they facing Sticks and stones, built like bricks and bones Form a plan. Five fingers to the hand We Number: 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! (1! 1!) [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] C-Rayz born to blaze, perform for days Stronghold crush y'all cats weak/week like seven days I keep flow whether dressed up or in street clothes With hip hop leaking through your peephole. Stronghold Get you bent like dope fiends and elbows, so each know We totally rambunctious, crushing windpipes with lunge punches Vocals get you bent like sit-ups and crunches We don't take ‘em, nor do I give a f** Stronghold, son. Aka “co*k diesel clutch” Lyrically beat you up, mentally eat you up Thumbtack tracks that keep each of you stuck Tough like leather, Run DMCs/the MCs to the ends of the Earth So if your crew's jealous with they dusty flows Wanting my team to take shots Muggsy Bogues Chill. Never can, never will Stronghold fresh like '86, Hawaiian suits, espadrille [Verse 4: L.I.F.E. Long] Ayyo, these clowns still should be in Boredsville with their weak rhymes and ice grills I told you, money. Chill You couldn't measure to my Stronghold even if you took steroid pills I build like the mind of an architect with the blueprints to show Hitting cats with knockout blows, scream, “Instant KO” When I knock out domes for standing in my striking zone I hold my own whether with a clique or alone Plus many heads'll get blown when true colors are exposed Like a rainbow. I aim at my foes through a scope lens attached to a crossbow Wilder than the hair on Kramer Cosmo L.I.F.E. is special, his last quote Said that time won't detonate as Stronghold soon to blow [Verse 5: Stelf Index] The trigger finger of the fort, Kap-er cap like the salary Closing the door on you. And you'll need ER if you rush through Two wrongs don't make a right. But three lefts'll be a KO Like [?] drop for when I stay low Down clowns are tracing my whereabouts ‘cause they can't draw Some say things I do and let me and the mental draw Backward. Lyrically doing it the solid way Break it up like dysfunctional families after holidays Stronghold. Five fingers, one fist Like this On DAT to disc, reserve vinyl like antique disk Just by running in your crib, I'm pissed. Index descript Getting face with a chick. My words paint a thousand pictures Wild like foreign protest. You hate against my progress So I guess you Congress like government officials (f** is you?!?). Get some tissue for your chick All of Index, so ‘less you wrote our checks, run sh** Codename: Laxative. Why'd I split from the act? You don't know? Ask, “How?” I publish, crush a** to rubbish (Boom!) Psychoan*lysis of me is a shoulder shrug Get it up like erection Bust in all direction Rooftop, toss you, walk on air for ten seconds like “Aaah!”