C-Rayz Walz - Stronghold Law lyrics

[Intro: Female Speaker and L.I.F.E. Long] [Female Speaker] Yo, check out the website: breezevahflowin.com [L.I.F.E. Long] Mr. Lawson. Haha. DJ [?]. Haha. Shoutout to Wiz. Stronghold. Haha. Yo. Setting it off like... yo. Just like, yo [Verse 1: L.I.F.E. Long] Challenges made amongst those for speaking out of turn Silence. Shushing you. You my child—your mom knows my s**m On some other. Don't screw up your face With lips twisted like a sour lemon taste Stay in your place. Mine is always the same at top Stronghold. Making our way up from the bottom The ma**es, I got ‘em off my swings, sock ‘em and knock them Now you're waking hazed, dazed [More?] slipped after my mental was co*ked back, then I released vocal sprays This is a bloodbath. Caused by my word splash. Publishing all that My joint ain't going out unless you got the seed sack. The royalties? I need that Keeping warm in cold temperatures, styling well in a North Face shell See me out of state, conjuring up papes, slinging them CDs and tapes My spitting missile should be OC. I drop two L's on cats' steez [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Now catch Breez, the back shatterer, brain cell matter splatterer From-out-the-dreams character and North America's Most fierce predator. Bad review? Nose-pierce your editor With six foot syllabies and metaphors I go plat, my head'll soar straight through the ozone My dogs be wiling even after smacks on the nosebone Nuclear nose cone blowing up your ho's phone The post-phone, your booty call chewing the balls I want it all like, “Allow me to be.” n***as s**. Be discreet When you speak and keep that bullsh** off the streets Broke a beast more potent than the pulpit and priest With your nose on my toes, n***a, you smelling defeat/the feet Stand on your block, puff an L on your streets, polly with me So if we possibly leap, I'll have the stats on how probably sweet you is Papi beats his kids, son Blowing up your cypher like when motherf**ing pigs come [Verse 3: Poison Pen] Yo, Poison Pen, Stronghold 3. Cross me See bloodshed like I [move through the bush?] and Bruise with Brody Cross seas, y'all pay me what ya owe me Word to my stylers who said, “[?], Jabroni” Mr. Lawson, DJ [?] get it on and make their name for this I knew we've been there before Faxes and emails, answer machines and cellphones [The Polo?] nice, n***a. I told y'all “We rhyme into a sea shell, throw it in the ocean That's how we get our overseas hip hop devotion” [Word, them shooters?] approaching We second, third, fourth, and fifth that emotion Saw us on other vision or the flow now. Stronghold it down Put my dick in your mouth until the swelling go down Lékan smoke the h**n in the Ablerex Leave y'all [south?] f**ing hepatics impaled on a bayonet [Verse 4: Stelf Index] Technic, we blast like nickel-plated d**h Technically driving baseline, breeze ba**line Perforated-edge MC—we rip easy Pierce eardrums, insert diamond dum dums Check and blast dead Result: lady with lockjaw, no head Sign of the times. Out my mind ‘Cause I stay on yours—mental impression, verbal expression Lessons in your wife's seeing eye before a tape ejection Put “Yes” on your ego You're light in the eyes like an*l probe Flow travel—foreign oasis And ain't find sh** Same story, different [?] I wreck sh**—totally expected EA Sports, BGM by B FM No BM. Just empty A in ATM Cash machine broke, split even with eight friends Comprehend many claim rich—that's pretend Impeached president—honey drip, ladies and gentlemen Hypnotize box like, “Let's do it again” C-Rayz Walz, Breez, L.I.F.E., Poison Pen Index make five. Stronghold, perfect ten Stronghold Five make perfect ten Hold this sh**, “Biyaitch!” [Verse 5: C-Rayz Walz] Oh, what luck. You duck into uppercut, you dumb f** On the brain, I'm off the chain like deformed nunchucks Stronghold chop pods with a harvest blade You pussies get slayed when I open up my coat like Morris Day Which part we say? “Keep running” Like I'm racing my nose, erasing my foes gunning, stunning Obeying the Lawson/law, son, mister I'll kiss your sister. Blow the spot like Firecracker Twister DJ [?] got weird movie snacks Lungs collapse, turn black from mic b**by trap Explosive DAT, corrosive blacks We got the underground shook like Jax, Mortal Kombat Impact leaves cats hunchback [Dumb back?] stacks. You need to make me scream Now I put the .45 to your chest like AC Green I don't have a computer—my thoughts is the laptop I got Kodak fingers, k**ing crowds in snapshots Stronghold “Hok2” in your eye with that DJ Lawson, DJ [?], coast to coastal Borders. Vocals approach you Stronghold [Outro: C-Rayz Walz and Female Speaker] [C-Rayz Walz] Stronghold [Female Speaker] Heads are recording this when you hear this noise