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
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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
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