[Intro: C-Rayz Walz]

Fat Beats. DJ Next. And next up is the mighty Stronghold. Stronghold, NYC. DJ Next styles

[Bridge: C-Rayz Walz]

Be the next one to say it. Be the next one to play it

Don’t be the next to emulate it

Be the next to be creative

The mic made us

Like this

[Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz]

Stronghold mirror-reflect each other

It’s elementary—we’ve been doing this since sixth grade, brother

Ask your mother. Your pops used to bite my rhymes

We keep it going and beat you to death with stop signs

Pop 9s. Act, you get ate/8

There’s no peace—we wanted in ten states on tracks and freeways

Get it together. I spit eight, kill sixteen

I’m still dirty—just now, my money’s clean

My big face has just came out the washing machine

Bend coins—my nickel got a crease in the seams

Stupid, you must have sat in the back of the class

Y’all can catch Walz in the hall with a platinum pad

I would write for y’all, but y’all don’t think that fast

I’m bicoastal, smoke fools and triumph the vocals

Look ma, no hands! I still choke you (Repeat)

Slash like the wrath of samurai

Keep it moving when I stand still like Jamiroquai

I’ll be damn if I ain’t gon’ shine this year

Players faking in them diamond studs that they wear

I know I’m nice. “Refined / On the Mic,” we often

Blast off and put one in your head like a dolphin

[Hook: C-Rayz Walz and Breez Evahflowin’]

DJ, next up. Yo, I believe that me

Are you a real live Stronghold MC?

I must be. Secret handshake to the top

1, 2, 3, 4, 5—we don’t stop

[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]

My style’s aggressive like breasts in a jumping jack

I’m Mr. What? Keep bumping that

I’m pumping back my rap gauge. Rampage, collapse stage

The ash blaze. Use your champagne as an ashtray

My ass lay back, lay dick like lay track

Payback’s a bitch on some trifling trade-back

Shit stink. Think, then speak in that order

I’m peeping out all of them heating over seats for them orders

Are these the reporters Chuck spoke about? You need a broken mouth

The often outcome: you outdone—run!

And I don’t mean no reverend—I’m talking ‘bout severing

Domes from any known four element clone

The cable elephant, memory man heavenly plan

Stack rants ‘til I'm seventy and “Welcome to Breezland”

Damn right I want a theme park where you can steam, spark the doja

And ride the Strongholder Coaster

Hold the poster in the highest regard

Live as a squad as sure as 5 is the god

4 is the goal, 3 is out of control

2 is Morse Code, 1 definition of soul

Verbal do a repetition of sets

Represent my reps so every verse be anatomically correct

Atomically connect like molecular compound

Stronghold stomp down your squad, shut comp down

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin’ and Stelf Index]

DJ, next up. Yo, I believe that me

Are you a real live Stronghold MC?

I must be. Secret handshake to the top

1, 2, 3, 4, 5—we don’t stop

[Verse 3: Stelf Index]

Index notorious, glorious

Knowledge is infinite—I live in a Stronghold fortress

Abort stress I don’t need like organs in a orgy

With hospital orderlies and no AC

Greens specifically. I exist in time pacific

Write prolific, force holocaust

I hear cries, burn the fingertips, squeeze your throat to dry your ass

Letting you go will be big of me/bigamy like two wives, stupid ass

Somebody gassed your head like flatulence. I influence

Hot as sun, I see the done in you and the dumb in you

Kap-er flow, float on top. You popped over the head

With Poland Spring bottle filled with rocks—you can’t rock

Rock on your rib, slash ‘em. They’re not on your head

Replace the ones in your pocket. You microscopic

We calling the shots like bullets through fiber optic

End topic: “He’s aight.” Each you better stop it

[Outro: C-Rayz Walz]

SH5. “Pages.” Mixtape. (Stronghold). “Pages.” Cardiño Reyes. “Pages.” The Sun Cycle MC. “Pages.”