Immortal Technique, Poison Pen, Swave Sevah - Stronghold Grip lyrics
[Immortal Technique, Poison Pen, Swave Sevah - Stronghold Grip lyrics]
Immortal Technique, Poison Pen
Swave Sevah motherfucker (get 'em right now)
I leave government spies and murderers
Wrapped in plastic like Dominican furniture
I put the iron in you like
The center of Earth's curvature
And make your block turn into the
Border of Serbia
My flow's dirtier than juiced-up
Players in baseball
And beat you in the head like
A sock with an 8 ball
You got Stockholm Syndrome
And that's why I hate y'all
Cause you be biggin up the
Industry while they rape y'all
Yeah, I spaz out
(spaz out) and beat the shit out niggas
You fag out
(fag out) and beat the jizz out niggas
Gloves (check) , ski mask (check) , duct tape (check)
Get abducted in Austin
Recovered in Great Neck
Bed-Stuy, BestBuy, clique and rush the ?
Rip up the pavement
Throw the whole block on you
Pop up, you gotta get it
Like Ricky in Boyz N the Hood
Stoppin' to scratch a lotto ticket
Yo, I feel the sudden surge given
Me the urge to speak (yo what up?)
Scream somethin that's absurd and
Disturb the peace (fuck y'all)
Quick to throw a hot verse to beats
You see the music I'm a prisoner
Hip-hop is my work release
I'm not the same Swave you knew
I'm a whole new person
More assertive and aggressive
My attitude worsened
I raise hell on this earth
Your rap is over, you Casanova's gon'
End up like Gerald Levert, bitch!
Immortal Technique nigga
I'm the type to flip
Cause me and my dogs fight to
The death like Michael Vick's
And I don't hit women so I'm
Not gonna mangle your wiz
A prostitute with an AIDS
Razor'll handle the biz
Hit the block with a pen and
Glock, a ox and rocks, a devil spray
If that's a K
Play yo' punk-ass infected with leprosy
Leave you half-murdered beyond
Recognition beat and indecent
Leave you with your plastic
Surgeon for a remix
Yo, aiyyo I'm hard-bodied with it
And these scars, contusions, concussions
Fractures
And pains you suffer from I probably did it
You ain't worth spit
I put a hit out on your mother
Then fuck up you and your four brothers
You play Scarface when a
Microphone's in the room
But you more like Pacino in Dog Day Afternoon
ASCAP clappin 'em, all this rap traps
Snatch that diamonds off your neck
Worth 50 dead Africans
Yo, this dude is truly a joke
That stuff got you feelin tough
Must be sniffin Peruvian Coke
Swave Sevah motherfucker (get 'em right now)
I leave government spies and murderers
Wrapped in plastic like Dominican furniture
I put the iron in you like
The center of Earth's curvature
And make your block turn into the
Border of Serbia
My flow's dirtier than juiced-up
Players in baseball
And beat you in the head like
A sock with an 8 ball
You got Stockholm Syndrome
And that's why I hate y'all
Cause you be biggin up the
Industry while they rape y'all
Yeah, I spaz out
(spaz out) and beat the shit out niggas
You fag out
(fag out) and beat the jizz out niggas
Gloves (check) , ski mask (check) , duct tape (check)
Get abducted in Austin
Recovered in Great Neck
Bed-Stuy, BestBuy, clique and rush the ?
Rip up the pavement
Throw the whole block on you
Pop up, you gotta get it
Like Ricky in Boyz N the Hood
Stoppin' to scratch a lotto ticket
Yo, I feel the sudden surge given
Me the urge to speak (yo what up?)
Scream somethin that's absurd and
Disturb the peace (fuck y'all)
Quick to throw a hot verse to beats
You see the music I'm a prisoner
Hip-hop is my work release
I'm not the same Swave you knew
I'm a whole new person
More assertive and aggressive
My attitude worsened
I raise hell on this earth
Your rap is over, you Casanova's gon'
End up like Gerald Levert, bitch!
Immortal Technique nigga
I'm the type to flip
Cause me and my dogs fight to
The death like Michael Vick's
And I don't hit women so I'm
Not gonna mangle your wiz
A prostitute with an AIDS
Razor'll handle the biz
Hit the block with a pen and
Glock, a ox and rocks, a devil spray
If that's a K
Play yo' punk-ass infected with leprosy
Leave you half-murdered beyond
Recognition beat and indecent
Leave you with your plastic
Surgeon for a remix
Yo, aiyyo I'm hard-bodied with it
And these scars, contusions, concussions
Fractures
And pains you suffer from I probably did it
You ain't worth spit
I put a hit out on your mother
Then fuck up you and your four brothers
You play Scarface when a
Microphone's in the room
But you more like Pacino in Dog Day Afternoon
ASCAP clappin 'em, all this rap traps
Snatch that diamonds off your neck
Worth 50 dead Africans
Yo, this dude is truly a joke
That stuff got you feelin tough
Must be sniffin Peruvian Coke