[Intro: Stage Announcer, L.I.F.E. Long, Poison Pen, and Stelf Index]

They here all the way from New York City, NYC. So right about now, let’s welcome Stronghold!

[L.I.F.E. Long, Poison Pen, and Stelf Index]

Yeah! (Live and direct, this [?]). Stronghold. Stronghold. Yo. (These niggas one fist, bitch). Stronghold, Poison Pen. (Poison Pen)

[Verse 1: Poison Pen]

Burst up in the director’s chair

With shorties playing in my hair

Stronghold controversial

Don’t need no deal—we’ll sell our shit through infomercials

R-I-double-A certified over the top

Ain’t got no plaque but that don’t mean we can’t rock

Yo, it’s Cocktails, Molotov

Duck my flames holocaust. Hot style

With an Alfred Hitchcock profile

Poison Pen chilling

L.I.F.E., Walz, Kap-er, Evahflowin’

Strongholding, taking this world for hostage

With attitudes in oxes. Y’all miniscule

Catch L’s like Washington Generals

I’m hip hop. You hip—not

We hypnotics speaking in terms economic

That might lead to tragedies

The way these chicks chasing my balls, they should be my caddies

Stronghold’ll seize cash—retreat, music factories

Stans spotting my sweat and make casualties

[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]

We practically raised to rhyme. I blaze, battle with mine

Hitting government labs, be tryna travel through time

Say lines to get respect and unravel your mind

Evahflowin’ so deep, shorty, I’m tapping your spine

I get “Refined” “On the Mic” with tactics, with this rap shit

Four plus one fantastic, verbally graphic

Depictions. Don’t rhyme, whatever you do

I’m sharing light with four niggas—ain’t enough for you too

[Hook: Stronghold]

Sticks and stones, built like bricks and bones

Form a plan. Five fingers to the hand

Stronghold, “Foundation.” Watch

We break it down so these crews can understand what they facing

Sticks and stones, built like bricks and bones

Form a plan. Five fingers to the hand

We Number: 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! (1! 1!)

[Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz]

C-Rayz born to blaze, perform for days

Stronghold crush y’all cats weak/week like seven days

I keep flow whether dressed up or in street clothes

With hip hop leaking through your peephole. Stronghold

Get you bent like dope fiends and elbows, so each know

We totally rambunctious, crushing windpipes with lunge punches

Vocals get you bent like sit-ups and crunches

We don’t take ‘em, nor do I give a fuck

Stronghold, son. AKA "Cock Diesel Clutch"

Lyrically beat you up, mentally eat you up

Thumbtack tracks that keep each of you stuck

Tough like leather, Run DMCs/the MCs to the ends of the Earth

So if your crew’s jealous with they dusty flows

Wanting my team to take shorts like Muggsy Bogues

Chill. Never can, never will

Stronghold fresh like ’86, Hawaiian suits, espadrille

[Verse 4: L.I.F.E. Long]

Ayyo, these clowns still should be in Boredsville with their weak rhymes and ice grills

I told you, money. Chill

You couldn’t measure to my Stronghold even if you took steroid pills

I build like the mind of an architect with the blueprints to show

Hitting cats with knockout blows, scream, “Instant KO”

When I knock out domes for standing in my striking zone

I hold my own whether with a clique or alone

Plus many heads’ll get blown when true colors are exposed

Like a rainbow. I aim at my foes through a scope lens attached to a crossbow

Wilder than the hair on Kramer Cosmo

L.I.F.E. is special, his last quote

Said that time won’t detonate as Stronghold soon to blow

[Verse 5: Stelf Index]

The trigger finger of the fort, Kap-er cap like the salary

Closing the door on you. And you’ll need ER if you rush through

Two wrongs don’t make a right. But three lefts’ll be a KO

Like [?] drop for when I stay low

Down clowns are tracing my whereabouts ‘cause they can’t draw

Some say things I do and let me and the mental draw

Backward. Lyrically doing it the solid way

Break it up like dysfunctional families after holidays

Stronghold. Five fingers, one fist

Like this

On DAT to disc, reserve vinyl like antique disk

Just by running in your crib, I’m pissed. Index descript

Getting face with a chick. My words paint a thousand pictures

Wild like foreign protest. You hate against my progress

So I guess you Congress like government officials

(Fuck is you?!?). Get some tissue for your chick

All of Index, so ‘less you wrote our checks, run shit

Codename: Laxative. Why’d I split from the act?

You don’t know? Ask, “How?”

I publish, crush ass to rubbish (Boom!)

Psychoanalysis of me is a shoulder shrug

Get it up like erection

Bust in all direction

Rooftop, toss you, walk on air for ten seconds like “Aaah!”