Wiz - My Chain Dangles lyrics

[Intro: Stelf Index] Uh huh. Stronghold. Wiz. “My Chain Dangles” [Verse 1: Wiz] Ayyo, my chain dangles I walk the Earth with a slain angel This game's fatal Nearly get caught up, but remain stable Snakes surround me Wiz with adrenaline to face an army, study ways of Gandhi And Genghis Khan to be made the don Won't stop ‘til this game is won MVP numbers—like it or not I'm here to do what Mike did a lot Dominate (Go out of state) Still dominate (When out of shape) Still dominate (Retire from the game, come back) And still dominate When people gotta hate, f** ‘em all I walk through dirty Babylon with Bible's cross Every idol falls Soon be crushing my idols—clash of the titans Take they cash and they diamonds and relax on the islands Wiz the last of the writers So show love The hand that holds the mic got me a gold glove For all thugs and b**hes. I love this business Tryna see my money go up a thousand digits [Verse 2: Stelf Index] Perfect, powerful at our laziest What you say don't mean sh** like swearing in an atheist Nothing to fear. Sick mental. Get off my genitals I'll replace your dental with a f**ing forced rental Knuckle to your tongue, jab you with a jagged object No objections—Stronghold number one prospect In this project we call existence Stay your distance Or helping you meet your exit will be my goal You go cold [Verse 3: Wiz] Mind, body, and soul, wisdom, knowledge Give me a scroll and a fist of dollars So I can teach the scholars Reach the foulest, golden gates My only face success under the holy cape Writing tales so you can all relate The streets made us From corner gambling spots, we hoped to reach Vegas to reach places Costa Rican vacations Clear skies like I'm speaking to angels Then keeping the answers of life and d**h I plan to live life ‘til no life is left Spread the skies, Stronghold ‘til the day I die I lay at night Conversations with God ‘bout to make it right A wise man told me, gave me a great advice To survive the game like the [lake upright?] You Wiz now. No more battles, no more freestyles [from frozen/composing?] scriptures From phony hood rats to orgies with foreign b**hes I yell, “Stronghold!” as I came on her chest Angels of d**hs opposition—still, no angers was left Major success—king's life, blood boil Half human, half gargoyle, make the spot boil We soldiers Stripes on our shoulders, only Christ can control us Teach us new sh** life never told us Ready for war—.44s and mics in our holsters