[Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and C-Rayz Walz]
This is something that we don't rehearse
C-Rayz rhymes second and I rhyme first
Now this how we running down the line
Evahflow rhyme first. I'm second to rhyme
So you could call me cuatro and I be cinco
Stronghold n***as, we be doing our thing, yo
So off we go. Let the Henny flow
But hold on. We got another elm to blow
[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin']
Let's slip the sands of time—my brain is the balance
I'll beat you MCs—not a grain of talent
Who came to challenge? Ayyo, check this out
Scene's over—“cut!” like director's mouth
When I spill, no detergent's getting this out
I get real like turbans in president's house
Collapsed your truth, embezzled your doubt
Extort your knowhow, put a hit on your clout
Anything else? I forget if forgot is getting not (What?)
You ahead/a head but it's getting chopped
It's all dough when the Stronghold is setting shop
Make your label like the dice, decide who getting dropped
Play the game like chicken pox—we getting spots
Catch it quicker than your weapon co*ked
Hard hands has got you stumbling back like new yard dancers
Any who comfy test get two hard answers
Fifty points a piece
And extra credit don't stop ‘til the boy's deceased
Avoid the reach. Get you, your boys'll screech
So loud, they gon' drown out the noisy streets
The champion. You can't win
Stronghold [?]
Give me fire, make me burn them
Hip hop, red stripe. Drink ‘til we earn them (What?!?)
[Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz]
I hate corns unless it's dinner time
I'm vegetarian but I got beef on my mind
Sleep with the 9 ‘cause I don't trust nothing that breathes
Got a magical coat with a trick up my sleeve
None of your degrees is real—y'all preaching fables
Acting like you move Keys like Alicia's label
Besides, being thugged out is too easy
You're like Michael Jackson—(Heee!)—only tough on TV
My honorable thoughts give you a horrible loss
When I put it on your ribs like barbeque sauce
The way I spit will make your chick love me
I'll give your girl a bubba ‘cause she be getting ugly
If I'm getting paper, it's ‘cause I'm ripping flavor
I'm nice around the mics like the Wizard players
Spit a verse that deserve a replay
Get on some humble sh** like, “Yo, give it up for the DJ!”
C-Rayz rip it like no other
My Africans fans be in the stands, yelling, “Go, brother
Go, brother.” Full-clip material
On some Run DMC sh** like, “Here We Go” (Here we go)
They heard the flow like, “Yo, what was you thinking?”
Leave ‘em like a bucket of chitlins: dead and stinking
And if you don't love us, you hate us then
That's why we write dangerous music with a safety pin/pen
Stronghold stressfest—we told you it was “Hectic”
But you'll get played at the end of the jam like a Biggie record
[Outro: C-Rayz Walz]
Motherf**ers, respect it. Will Tell mixing your tape up and taking your DAT. (Screw you!). And breaking the CD. (SH5, SH5, Stronghold). Will Tell, Brooklyn Ac'. (SH5, SH5). You heard what we said, huh? Where Theirs A Will Theirs A Way. Welcome to P World, kiddies. People Army, [chitties?]. Stronghold, motherf**ers. Brooklyn Ac', motherf**ers. Bounce. Get up, bounce. Bounce. Get up, bounce. Stronghold. Ha! Get up, bounce. Stronghold!