L.I.F.E. Long - Stronghold Freestyle (The Time Has Come!) lyrics

[Intro: Poison Pen] Yo, S-T-R-O-N-G-H-O-L-D: Stronghold! The n***as you was waiting for. Poison Pen, what? [Verse 1: Poison Pen] I'm on some in-your-face sh**. Stronghold type that made Mase quit You dying from asphyxiations—part of my rap gang initiation When you rhyme, you get laughed at like security guards with no gats [?] or Prozac Don't make me dust off my trench coat, chase you Now you's a running joke. Poison Pen's pens wanting to grade you Won't even call you by your rhyme name Blood pumps my Bed Stuy veins. “Dirt” my name You don't know what you're starting [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] You a b**h like Dolly Parton—your flow got tits Daddy Breez put the smack down, call it a “pop hit” I'm not sick? sh**, Evahflowin' get toxic Snatch up your knot quick like Manchu Chicken and chopsticks I'll build like shopsmiths. I got this Custom-made mic with a sight and a Glock grip I'll blast emcees I don't rock with. I shock with Ten-thousand-volt jolts to knock out your optics [Verse 3: L.I.F.E. Long] Got an arsenal of hot spit that sizzles faces when I “Hok 2” At opponents continuously on the globe. Even after The birth of the end, I'll still be existing, skeleton and all Clutching my mic, blinding eyes with Rayz when they C-Walz Play catch games like you caught hand-on-balls At the same time, spin it like MJ: off the walls on tour Resist the [?]. When I pull out and retaliate With a reverse blast of ninety-one peels [Verse 4: C-Rayz Walz] I hate dumb n***as like I hate ho b**hes I build with Moe Greene. I don't f** with mo' riches ‘Cause broke n***as make no cents/sense, fronting like They willies, they silly, they brain is dense Fix your durag, you f*g. You too thin These celery chumps couldn't slapbox to win Nine out of ten, you that rap n***a that's garbage I smoke cannabis and get hype on some calm sh** [Verse 5: Stelf Index] I'll pull a gun to survive. I'm not a thug—I'm a survivalist Brick Fist in your face, hit as Stelf Index, Kap-er Patterson Been ill since the essence to adol-escence Feel my presence like 12:21 Index make you leapfrog-jump—d**h by temptation Sheer depth by exaggeration. My melanin attracts estrogen Stronghold: five fingers, one mind When we combine, send chills up your spine like Columbine students [Verse 6: Breez Evahflowin'] I'm just conversing with your person. This is just a conversation My mind remain refined like a Stronghold demonstration f** hellish temptation. I'm on some L integration To smoke most while I beat n***as up with our logos To leave both coast in doubt from a lyrical bout The back page what I'm talking about. f** it Bring it. You s** when you swing it. I ain't k**ed your style I just winged it. It's better that you live with defeat/the feet [Verse 7: C-Rayz Walz] In heat, we blast back, splash tracks, run on water My New World Order: Buckshots like Terry Porter Blaze trails. You way frail like Puffy in jail Y'all drink bubbly in hell. I'll prevail and inhale Circle the globe, impose like the son of Jor-El Contact the Most High before your eyes get the smell Your head swells. Thoughts get heavy like barbells C-Rayz born to blaze—in my presence, you Carvels [Verse 8: Stelf Index] My metaphors surpa** metafives, no Jive Like A Tribe Called Quest, you understand? Don't get depressed Request the repress, depress “Play” Buy Eddie Ill & D.L. tapes for your family Challengers better try to play another hand n***as can't kamikaze right—they'd probably just land You could smoke trees in a space shuttle and still never reach My higher level. You got a million miles to go [Verse 9: Poison Pen] I stop your flow like a demented dam. We don't form cyphers We form pentagrams—five cats from different parts of the land With time, we'll reveal it. Bed Stuy, NY We'll try your sh** the f** on before we steal it Poison Poison Pen Pen my name [?] So don't ever get it twisted. Word up I'll f** your shorty like a conjugal visit. Poison Pen'll f** her bum. I'm colorful just like a prison Feel it [Verse 10: L.I.F.E. Long] Ring the bells for the last round. Coming up: the repercussion I'm snuffing crews out like sandbags over fires [?] leave you with an acquired taste, so don't swallow well When I rhyme, cats pull out nets just to catch some j**-els That tribe like a diamond-filled jackpot Pull my lever and catch it from my million-dollar flow. Forget burn I'll take it to hole and blaze like Evahflow, forever piercing lobes When I plug your headphones into a megaphone and yell “Stronghold!” Ayyo [Outro: Poison Pen and (Stelf Index)] (S-T)-R-O-(N-G)-H-O-(L-D): Stronghold!