[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, fuck ‘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 bitches. 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 shit like swearing in an atheist

Nothing to fear. Sick mental. Get off my genitals

I’ll replace your dental with a fucking 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 death

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 bitches

I yell, “Stronghold!” as I came on her chest

Angels of deaths 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 shit life never told us

Ready for war—.44s and mics in our holsters