[Intro: Poison Pen]
Yeah. Fall back, y’all. Goon music. Ain’t nothing but Timbs, two-ways, and t-shirts. Hehe. Poison Pen, Rayna Shine, Emvees, Stronghold. The Money Shot, y’all. Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Poison Pen]
I’ll spit a verse. Then it’s
Poof, be gone. Let that truth be told
The proof is Strong, the crew is Hold
If I wanted commentary, I would ask you. Ain’t no
Thing. My brain’s a big bag of cashews—that’s right
Nuts enough to try to jack you for your tattoos
You’re soft enough to try to give ‘em to me
Pimp Pen “Lumber” through a cipher, say, “Yo”
For six bars, rhyme for four. The other few
Were spent on just saying my name, playing games
To catch fans’ ears. This man here could smack
All the continents back to Pangea ‘cause I don’t
Like going overseas. Approach me
I’ll roll with the wildest. My flow’ll hug you—it’s the
“I love you” virus. Rag on ox-covered
Urban pirates. I got lyrics but it’s all in the styles
Stronghold, call of the wild
[Hook: Poison Pen] (x2)
Y’all niggas ain’t wild. I’m on to you
Find you in your club and corner you
Fall back, baby boy. I’m on to you
Or your man could be a goner too
[Verse 2: Poison Pen]
Strongholding, wiling and locing, fistful
Of dollars, crushing your ribs into powder
Y’all can’t do nothing to me. Fools is locked up
In their cell, fucking Suzy. Face the fact:
I’m fly, son—I’ll walk on tarmac. Ask promoters
Two questions: how much you paying and where the broads at?
Shit is great, couldn’t be [?]. You couldn’t
Spit sharp if you gave a cactus head
We rent tellies just to wile out, have broads do
Like [?] tryouts. Human casting couch
Giving ‘em the thumbs up. Sit my on lap and let’s
Talk about what comes up. “Ancient Ruins” type
[?]. Your only
Choice is: get along with me. I’m from Brooklyn
The hood’ll fucking murder you, slam you so hard
To the ground, your fam ain’t gotta pay for a burial
[Hook: Poison Pen] (x2)
Y’all niggas ain’t wild. I’m on to you
Find you in your club and corner you
Fall back, baby boy. I’m on to you
Or your man could be a goner too
[Verse 3: Poison Pen]
Y’all has wasted studio time that could have been time
Instead, I watched when that fool spitting that same verse forty-two times
On top of that, y’all wasting space and limelight
Poison Pen’s kind of nice. Y’all wouldn’t have known it if
Your pops didn’t wear that condom twice. My rhymes used
To start fights and always work and burst at the surface
Appeared like I did in an OutKast video
I’d have never left church. Stronghold, bitch
Molotov, yeah. “Top of the Food Chain”
And it released last year. What’s got these
Snakes petrified into mongoose? I’ll rep
718, yo, since it was 212
I’ll work on Wall Street and steal and chase you out
Your speakers. Who cares about your two-way beeper?
It can’t even beam, cuz. Word, they smashed this bitch
They smack fire. Fags kick the road while cars on fire
[Hook: Poison Pen] (x3)
Y’all niggas ain’t wild. I’m on to you
Find you in your club and corner you
Fall back, baby boy. I’m on to you
Or your man could be a goner too
[Outro: Poison Pen and Rayna Shine]
Poison Pen: Stronghold! Call of the wild. Brooklyn hoodlum, cornrow music. Yeah. Strongholding, wiling and locing. Rayna Shine
Rayna Shine: Yeah. Word up. Shut the fuck up! NYC, baby. Run up in the motherfucking club, push you, nigga. Get fucked up. Catch a motherfucking fist in your grill, you bitch. That’s how the fuck we do. Ain’t no fucking games, motherfucker. Word up. Poison Pen, Wiz, Mic Terror, Michael Knight. My man Malicious. Kicking that vicious shit