[Intro]
“Here they come.” Stronghold! Once again. For you
[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin’]
Yo, let’s just set the gauge at 12
Black like gays in hell. An old-school, paid the shells
If you feel what I feel, nigga, raise an L
If you hear Stronghold, nigga, raise it well
I got a seed. She need me to raise the sales
So I beat these sheets ‘til the pages swell
Age well-documented. No time to get caught
In the stages of presenting unconventional thoughts
You know that next shit that Flex wouldn’t touch
Like a “Pinch Me” sign on Jenny Lopez butt
I’mma pimp these rhymes ‘til they swollen gut
Got five dimes in live line, rolling it up
“Refined” like the B-side was holding it up
I got the gold, the metal, the cup. What’s next?
Dominate the race ‘til ain’t no other cuts left
I’mma do it rhyming. Yo
[Verse 2: Poison Pen]
Yo, I’m Bruising Brody meets [?]
You can’t help but feel my gangsta and love my slang
Pimp, [?] monster, Brooklyn bully
When you run to get your punk ass clique’s the only time you get pussy
Stay in your lane, son. To me, breathing’s optional
You ain’t ready to play taps with a cactus. My flow’s abnormal
Poison Pen plus Everclear? Blood alcohol is way past normal
My heartbeat is the pulse of the city
Live off this wax and these government kickbacks
Son, I’m loving this sick track—you taughten with it
I’m into scalping—I ain’t talking ‘bout concert tickets
“Here they come.” Stronghold! Once again. For you
[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin’]
Yo, let’s just set the gauge at 12
Black like gays in hell. An old-school, paid the shells
If you feel what I feel, nigga, raise an L
If you hear Stronghold, nigga, raise it well
I got a seed. She need me to raise the sales
So I beat these sheets ‘til the pages swell
Age well-documented. No time to get caught
In the stages of presenting unconventional thoughts
You know that next shit that Flex wouldn’t touch
Like a “Pinch Me” sign on Jenny Lopez butt
I’mma pimp these rhymes ‘til they swollen gut
Got five dimes in live line, rolling it up
“Refined” like the B-side was holding it up
I got the gold, the metal, the cup. What’s next?
Dominate the race ‘til ain’t no other cuts left
I’mma do it rhyming. Yo
[Verse 2: Poison Pen]
Yo, I’m Bruising Brody meets [?]
You can’t help but feel my gangsta and love my slang
Pimp, [?] monster, Brooklyn bully
When you run to get your punk ass clique’s the only time you get pussy
Stay in your lane, son. To me, breathing’s optional
You ain’t ready to play taps with a cactus. My flow’s abnormal
Poison Pen plus Everclear? Blood alcohol is way past normal
My heartbeat is the pulse of the city
Live off this wax and these government kickbacks
Son, I’m loving this sick track—you taughten with it
I’m into scalping—I ain’t talking ‘bout concert tickets
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