L.I.F.E. Long - Hectic lyrics

[Intro (Overlapped with Hook): Poison Pen] Stronghold. Yo. Crystal Lake style. Yo. NYC. Yo. New Jersey. Yo. Poison Pen, Wiz, Breez Evahflowin', Stelf Index, C-Rayz Walz. Stronghold sh** [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Stelf Index] This be the stake through the heart The arrow in your chest The stab in your back And the slash on your neck The cash on your check, b**h With the best sh** Out of control, Stronghold, sh** is hectic [Verse 1: Poison Pen] My fists is insanely promiscuous That means they'll f** anyone up feeling adventurous Spit millenniums off a time capsule When they unearth the mayor, they'll say them turn-of-the-century cats is a**holes Born from my own ashes—dark phoenix Knew your album was blah by the tenth skip, eighth guest appearance And your fourth remix. Y'all can't see Stronghold's secrets How we outshine shows without no sequence Y'all b**h n***as like Vanessa's sequins Ninety percent dance ‘cause life only did ten Love the sound of my name: P-P-Pen Pen (Poison!) Baby loving the eyes, stun in the smooth jam Lékan came to town—now n***as is moving And we jump ‘em when it come to wampum Back of the head brick sh** Shish kebab you with a Stronghold skit [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] Yo, I pull your heart out your chest like a Pagan trinket Wipe up spills with the organ you think with f** backup—I ain't five-o. I attack, flow Prove and show I'm Stronghold 5, yo Stronghold. Remember the name, keep yelling it Strange like Purple Smurfs, circle Earth like Magellan kids Catch me wrestling elephants in tenements A good life, Antimins with cinnamon—simple them Wack MCs yell, “Censor him.” Entering I move swift like ninja swim, injuring Pseudo-pros pose battle stance Cold winter wars cause avalanche dance Get down, son Perfect—bonus in Round 1 [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Stelf Index] This be the stake through the heart The arrow in your chest The stab in your back And the slash on your neck The cash on your check, b**h With the best sh** Out of control, Stronghold, sh** is hectic [Verse 3: Stelf Index] In the evening, your odds are no escape. Verbal lunatic Wild at high noon—call me “Solartic” Bright star Kap-erlaris. Polarity pull chariots You lose grip, catch callouses Guaranteed to get amped like looters at the audio shops, snatch the call Never collapse—we adapt, like to ball Cap/Kap cats Old Western style—never empty Busting on tracks so much, my nuts empty Danger I glide. Never lied down, never lied Don't get high (Why?). Guess a lack of orbit Freedom or the gas face, taste makes tongue numb Cash and dreams don't play games no more like no thumbs [Verse 4: Breez Evahflowin'] n***as can be bigger than three Beefcake Brutuses Mics is eye to eye—swing breaks to break your foolishness Taking all this sh** from y'all critics “‘Cause if ‘Refined' wasn't refined, then he shouldn't have did it” f** it—it's done. My mic co*k back, busting a ton Battle over dumbing odds like a dozen to one f** the price. If he ain't nice, I ain't blessing I'm hitting while they're stressing, bullsh**ting on his session Diss you in the physical, dismiss you in the essence Amateur standing out when confronted with my presence The Evah present Evah rock effervescence The Evah dope—Evah don't ever be contested (Evahflowin') Not the breeze from the Prince of Thieves A different ententity to the winds of deeds ‘Til it be when don't I wanna get up and start spitting I'mma bark like the spite of a narc and spark missions [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Stelf Index] This be the stake through the heart The arrow in your chest The stab in your back And the slash on your neck The cash on your check, b**h With the best sh** Out of control, Stronghold, sh** is hectic [Verse 5: L.I.F.E. Long] See, we aerial MCs suspended in air with a dynamic wingspan These soon-to-be gigantic Godzilla figures in Japan Bubbling up under but above these renowned gods of thunder Who changes the weather from winter to summer in the middle of December on the streets? Blasting at centaurs fronting in gods' clothing Run off stage. We ain't moving ‘til after this skit—until then, we remain in formation, posing Hoping the sound man got the mic levels right when we live and direct, Strongholding We live and die for this Even though the industry got us feeling quits But our mouths ain't dry—we forever spit Nonstop, long-winded, taking out crews Ben-Grimm-style—it's Clobbering Time You getting swung on by cemented fists, the Live Five Knocking out cats in increments of nine While stealing greens and honey-dipped cognac cigars at the bar, getting blind