Released on January 1, 2001

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[Intro: Stelf Index]

Stelf Index. (The rapist). Little personal therapy. (The rapist). Stronghold. (The rapist, the rapist, the rapist, the rapist, therapist, therapist, therapist). It’s time for a little (The rapist) Self Index. (Therapist. What’s the difference?). Gonna get this off my chest. (The rapist. Therapist)


[Verse 1: Stelf Index]

It’s like out loud speaking and no one’s listening

Out of place. Out of space, gotta trace

Outlined, no conclusion to draw

I spell it out bold and clear

But you can’t hear ink or see, think

All I got is my parents, my talents

My Stronghold fam and the P-dash faculty

Tackle enemies, reconstruct the Matrix digits

Found out I can’t change the world, so I stuck my dick in it

Like “Fuck it!” No one overstands me

Saying I’m over the top and over the edge is an understatement

My face rush to the pavement

No parachute. Just shoot ‘til you’re paraplegic

I don’t need it

Chicks wish I had a detachable penile

Threw me in the penile, happy I can’t pee now

Mental will never seek trial

Trails ends, winding road

Twilight Zone, broken phone

Can’t call it—you can’t ignore it

[Hook: Stelf Index] (x2)

Everybody got problems

Everybody gets bullshit—what makes you so special?

You better find the you in you and love it

Swim or sink in life’s ocean or rise above it


[Verse 2: Stelf Index]

Once loved

Hated, then loved again and love to be hated

Frustrated. Jeers are constipated

Concentrated on everybody but my damn self

“Gimme, gimme, gimme,” so I gave, gave, gave

Sweat in a cave when there’s plenty of tunnels to borough through

A million avenues

Numerous cattle and Cornish hens

Blends and bends

Bends and ends

Begin with work ethic

Walking the path pathetic

Path of logical

Pathological maniacs

The pain is back

Coming forth is the new me

Like three nuts prior, didn’t succeed

On their revenge on blood temperature

Rising, realizing that an evil appetite

Ain’t all that appetizing

It’s like sometimes, I like bad taste

Facial “Hok2”

Rip through evil and tissue

Now you know what an ox do

Invisible but right in front of you

Hard to figure out but easy to see through

Open arms’ll greet you

Violate, then turn into a flurry of hooks to beat you

KO, chaotic, K-A

P-dash-E-R. Therapist

Break the word in two ‘cause, mentally, I’m the rapist


[Interlude: Stelf Index]

Stelf Index. Yeah. Therapy. Therapist. The rapist

[Hook: Stelf Index] (x4)

Everybody got problems

Everybody gets bullshit—what makes you so special?

You better find the you in you and love it

Swim or sink in life’s ocean or rise above it