Foundation Remix by Stronghold Lyrics
[Intro: Stage Announcer, L.I.F.E. Long, Poison Pen, and Stelf Index]
They here all the way from New York City, NYC. So right about now, let’s welcome Stronghold!
[L.I.F.E. Long, Poison Pen, and Stelf Index]
Yeah! (Live and direct, this [?]). Stronghold. Stronghold. Yo. (These niggas one fist, bitch). Stronghold, Poison Pen. (Poison Pen)
[Verse 1: Poison Pen]
Burst up in the director’s chair
With shorties playing in my hair
Stronghold controversial
Don’t need no deal—we’ll sell our shit through infomercials
R-I-double-A certified over the top
Ain’t got no plaque but that don’t mean we can’t rock
Yo, it’s Cocktails, Molotov
Duck my flames holocaust. Hot style
With an Alfred Hitchcock profile
Poison Pen chilling
L.I.F.E., Walz, Kap-er, Evahflowin’
Strongholding, taking this world for hostage
With attitudes in oxes. Y’all miniscule
Catch L’s like Washington Generals
I’m hip hop. You hip—not
We hypnotics speaking in terms economic
That might lead to tragedies
The way these chicks chasing my balls, they should be my caddies
Stronghold’ll seize cash—retreat, music factories
Stans spotting my sweat and make casualties
[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]
We practically raised to rhyme. I blaze, battle with mine
Hitting government labs, be tryna travel through time
Say lines to get respect and unravel your mind
Evahflowin’ so deep, shorty, I’m tapping your spine
I get “Refined” “On the Mic” with tactics, with this rap shit
Four plus one fantastic, verbally graphic
Depictions. Don’t rhyme, whatever you do
I’m sharing light with four niggas—ain’t enough for you too
[Hook: Stronghold]
Sticks and stones, built like bricks and bones
Form a plan. Five fingers to the hand
Stronghold, “Foundation.” Watch
We break it down so these crews can understand what they facing
Sticks and stones, built like bricks and bones
Form a plan. Five fingers to the hand
We Number: 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! (1! 1!)
[Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz]
C-Rayz born to blaze, perform for days
Stronghold crush y’all cats weak/week like seven days
I keep flow whether dressed up or in street clothes
With hip hop leaking through your peephole. Stronghold
Get you bent like dope fiends and elbows, so each know
We totally rambunctious, crushing windpipes with lunge punches
Vocals get you bent like sit-ups and crunches
We don’t take ‘em, nor do I give a fuck
Stronghold, son. AKA "Cock Diesel Clutch"
Lyrically beat you up, mentally eat you up
Thumbtack tracks that keep each of you stuck
Tough like leather, Run DMCs/the MCs to the ends of the Earth
So if your crew’s jealous with they dusty flows
Wanting my team to take shots Muggsy Bogues
Chill. Never can, never will
Stronghold fresh like ’86, Hawaiian suits, espadrille
[Verse 4: L.I.F.E. Long]
Ayyo, these clowns still should be in Boredsville with their weak rhymes and ice grills
I told you, money. Chill
You couldn’t measure to my Stronghold even if you took steroid pills
I build like the mind of an architect with the blueprints to show
Hitting cats with knockout blows, scream, “Instant KO”
When I knock out domes for standing in my striking zone
I hold my own whether with a clique or alone
Plus many heads’ll get blown when true colors are exposed
Like a rainbow. I aim at my foes through a scope lens attached to a crossbow
Wilder than the hair on Kramer Cosmo
L.I.F.E. is special, his last quote
Said that time won’t detonate as Stronghold soon to blow
[Verse 5: Stelf Index]
The trigger finger of the fort, Kap-er cap like the salary
Closing the door on you. And you’ll need ER if you rush through
Two wrongs don’t make a right. But three lefts’ll be a KO
Like [?] drop for when I stay low
Down clowns are tracing my whereabouts ‘cause they can’t draw
Some say things I do and let me and the mental draw
Backward. Lyrically doing it the solid way
Break it up like dysfunctional families after holidays
Stronghold. Five fingers, one fist
Like this
On DAT to disc, reserve vinyl like antique disk
Just by running in your crib, I’m pissed. Index descript
Getting face with a chick. My words paint a thousand pictures
Wild like foreign protest. You hate against my progress
So I guess you Congress like government officials
(Fuck is you?!?). Get some tissue for your chick
All of Index, so ‘less you wrote our checks, run shit
Codename: Laxative. Why’d I split from the act?
You don’t know? Ask, “How?”
I publish, crush ass to rubbish (Boom!)
Psychoanalysis of me is a shoulder shrug
Get it up like erection
Bust in all direction
Rooftop, toss you, walk on air for ten seconds like “Aaah!”
They here all the way from New York City, NYC. So right about now, let’s welcome Stronghold!
[L.I.F.E. Long, Poison Pen, and Stelf Index]
Yeah! (Live and direct, this [?]). Stronghold. Stronghold. Yo. (These niggas one fist, bitch). Stronghold, Poison Pen. (Poison Pen)
[Verse 1: Poison Pen]
Burst up in the director’s chair
With shorties playing in my hair
Stronghold controversial
Don’t need no deal—we’ll sell our shit through infomercials
R-I-double-A certified over the top
Ain’t got no plaque but that don’t mean we can’t rock
Yo, it’s Cocktails, Molotov
Duck my flames holocaust. Hot style
With an Alfred Hitchcock profile
Poison Pen chilling
L.I.F.E., Walz, Kap-er, Evahflowin’
Strongholding, taking this world for hostage
With attitudes in oxes. Y’all miniscule
Catch L’s like Washington Generals
I’m hip hop. You hip—not
We hypnotics speaking in terms economic
That might lead to tragedies
The way these chicks chasing my balls, they should be my caddies
Stronghold’ll seize cash—retreat, music factories
Stans spotting my sweat and make casualties
[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]
We practically raised to rhyme. I blaze, battle with mine
Hitting government labs, be tryna travel through time
Say lines to get respect and unravel your mind
Evahflowin’ so deep, shorty, I’m tapping your spine
I get “Refined” “On the Mic” with tactics, with this rap shit
Four plus one fantastic, verbally graphic
Depictions. Don’t rhyme, whatever you do
I’m sharing light with four niggas—ain’t enough for you too
[Hook: Stronghold]
Sticks and stones, built like bricks and bones
Form a plan. Five fingers to the hand
Stronghold, “Foundation.” Watch
We break it down so these crews can understand what they facing
Sticks and stones, built like bricks and bones
Form a plan. Five fingers to the hand
We Number: 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! (1! 1!)
[Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz]
C-Rayz born to blaze, perform for days
Stronghold crush y’all cats weak/week like seven days
I keep flow whether dressed up or in street clothes
With hip hop leaking through your peephole. Stronghold
Get you bent like dope fiends and elbows, so each know
We totally rambunctious, crushing windpipes with lunge punches
Vocals get you bent like sit-ups and crunches
We don’t take ‘em, nor do I give a fuck
Stronghold, son. AKA "Cock Diesel Clutch"
Lyrically beat you up, mentally eat you up
Thumbtack tracks that keep each of you stuck
Tough like leather, Run DMCs/the MCs to the ends of the Earth
So if your crew’s jealous with they dusty flows
Wanting my team to take shots Muggsy Bogues
Chill. Never can, never will
Stronghold fresh like ’86, Hawaiian suits, espadrille
[Verse 4: L.I.F.E. Long]
Ayyo, these clowns still should be in Boredsville with their weak rhymes and ice grills
I told you, money. Chill
You couldn’t measure to my Stronghold even if you took steroid pills
I build like the mind of an architect with the blueprints to show
Hitting cats with knockout blows, scream, “Instant KO”
When I knock out domes for standing in my striking zone
I hold my own whether with a clique or alone
Plus many heads’ll get blown when true colors are exposed
Like a rainbow. I aim at my foes through a scope lens attached to a crossbow
Wilder than the hair on Kramer Cosmo
L.I.F.E. is special, his last quote
Said that time won’t detonate as Stronghold soon to blow
[Verse 5: Stelf Index]
The trigger finger of the fort, Kap-er cap like the salary
Closing the door on you. And you’ll need ER if you rush through
Two wrongs don’t make a right. But three lefts’ll be a KO
Like [?] drop for when I stay low
Down clowns are tracing my whereabouts ‘cause they can’t draw
Some say things I do and let me and the mental draw
Backward. Lyrically doing it the solid way
Break it up like dysfunctional families after holidays
Stronghold. Five fingers, one fist
Like this
On DAT to disc, reserve vinyl like antique disk
Just by running in your crib, I’m pissed. Index descript
Getting face with a chick. My words paint a thousand pictures
Wild like foreign protest. You hate against my progress
So I guess you Congress like government officials
(Fuck is you?!?). Get some tissue for your chick
All of Index, so ‘less you wrote our checks, run shit
Codename: Laxative. Why’d I split from the act?
You don’t know? Ask, “How?”
I publish, crush ass to rubbish (Boom!)
Psychoanalysis of me is a shoulder shrug
Get it up like erection
Bust in all direction
Rooftop, toss you, walk on air for ten seconds like “Aaah!”