[Intro: L.I.F.E. Long] Haha. Stronghold. Stronghold. (Strongheezy!). It goes 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. L.I.F.E. Long. Número uno. SH5.com. (Ayyo, yo). SH5.com. (Ayyo, yo) [Verse 1: L.I.F.E. Long] Is it my fault that your imitation, uninnovative insults has no effect on me? I'm repellent against sh** that reeks of ignantnometry Never let that stuff soak in Where heads be finishing, we be crafting New ways of communicating to your average You couldn't hold your weight if you was on a scale and the sky was falling down (Yo) Profound, I got proofreaders reading my words, spellchecking ‘em but find no mistakes (No mistakes) Art of spitting: check, stay correct With the science, hear a million Scientologists Speaking on my gravitational theories of how I keep the world from going upside-down Leaving your mind spinning off just one round of a rotated verse Exited out at random. Dwell on the low like a phantom Rosc in the attic of a opera—always overground When view scenes stimulating my growing Is when I'm scintillating like the mill of Armageddon Soon to be the burning state (What?) I walk around, fully awake Watching the world change quick, fast in a eyeblink Stronghold! Hit you in the mouth with a brick fist until you sh** bricks like “Yo!”