Stronghold (ft. L.I.F.E. Long, Stelf Index, Poison Pen, Breez Evahflowin’, and C-Rayz Walz) - “Anger”

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[Verse 1: L.I.F.E. Long]

What’s your definition

Of vexed? Mine need descriptive visual

Peep the view out of my eye camera, see the anger

Raise my stress levels. The heat’s on and now my talk’s

Whistling similar to kettles. Not mad—that’s for dogs

Simian pits we left for dicks and those who act like

A uterus, frustrated, past-the-brinks upset

I feel like leaving a cat flatlined, dead on arrival

That’s why all my poetical recitals usually consist

Of spitting ‘til my face be lava-like in color

Larynx stretched out, looking like an invertebrate after lunch

Sounding like, “Aaah!” adrenaline rush

[Verse 2: Stelf Index]

I outlast assassins. You bastards couldn’t hang

With me if we were runaway slaves and captured

Racketeering like the loser of a tennis match

Like an ass crack, kick shit. Fuck NASDAQ—hurt your stocking

Cap when you wrote waves. Ripple timelines, sell

Wreck by the byline, tear off your mind like

(What?!? Aaah!) Blow away, enter your head

Like random arrests, you don’t know what you in for

Rock, rock, I don’t stop. Even though they tried

To destroy paradise and put up a parking lot

BX, they say, “Index, you ‘2 Complex.’” I say

“Check the table of contents. Chapter: I Don’t Give a Fuck”

Flows splash like climax in belly button, empty sack

Sack your ass before the “hut, one.” We’re transparent

Like fathers on the move, take it once

Going straight to your head like a blunt... object

[Verse 3: Poison Pen]

Get your shit right. Drifting, other cats are burning in flight

VIP blast you, beating on site—here’s your invite

Jump on your windpipe. Channel 47: Lucha Libre

NYC and the BX live from Bed Stuy

Gold medal: turnstile hurdle relay—a hundred styles you’re running

They’re coming now, they’re coming. You want it? Now you got it

It’s coming down proper, unstoppable force

Navy SEALs flee from our obstacle course, yelling, “Who’s that?”

Smack your bubblegoose flat, shove you back in your mom’s

Twat for bad-mouthing N.A. Rock. Ha!

Y’all don’t even know what to think when I started

“Lumbering” through the clubs, knocking over your drinks

[Verse 4: Breez Evahflowin’]

Now most tend to sink in a pseudo-sleep state

By the ghost hand of fate, caught a beating. My eating

Decreased by elevation of the solar and heat

Now I was told to say, “Peace,” but we war. I stand confused

At a detour. Fuck around, which road do I take?

Which road leaving the hour Breez to burn in the lake?

Which Hold is still Strong when the magic is gone?

My songs, we end tragic like a savage of Khan

A magical bong, a parasite, and Poisonous lick

One hit to see the Overfiend fucking demon chicks

As the semen drips, cast off across the screaming lips

I was leaning on the Walz/walls, talking ‘bout, “I seen this shit”

[Verse 5: C-Rayz Walz]

Ain’t nothing laugh, B. Get off that bullshit like Jason Caffey

Reverse uppercuts make you rehearse Ducking like Daffy

Bloody Who? Like Harry 2, Rayz when I come through

We spit, stuck to your soul/sole like a gum shoe

I stay Grouchy—fuck a Oscar nominee

My new song should be: “Just Drama and Me”

Getting red like Annie living a "Hard Knock L.I.F.E."

Pens throw Molotov Cocktails when I recite

So hype, I want to fight right after. Chicks give

Me dap. My melon yelling, “Cap her/Kap-er.” Snatch your

Cheese with such speed, you could still feel the Breez

Through trees like a giant sneeze. I’m

Vegetarian but I hate cornballs. Next time

You want to C-Rayz/see rays, bang your head on the Walz/walls

Go head up with me. First, take a detour, sleep more

Red grass field—there’s blood on the lawn

Quick like Spawn, then get off taking yours

Stronghold fortress, we war!

I’m vexed, human, had it up to here. My days

Of paying dues are over—acknowledged, me’s in there

Yeah! Motherfuckers