Stronghold Grip

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 niggaz

You fag out (fag out) and beat the jizz out niggaz

Gloves (check) ski mask (check) duct tape (check)

Get a ducat and lost and recovered and break 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!

[I.T.] Stronghold tighten the grip, on the underground

[P.P.] I fight back-to-back holdin my brothers down

[S.S.] You done started, with the wrong motherfucker now

[I.T.] Married to the cause and we loyal, we don't fuck around

[P.P.] Stronghold overthrow the whole fuckin underground

[I.T.] Secretly run, by commercial motherfuckers now

[S.S.] So while you little step-and-fetch niggaz run around

[all] Controlled demolition, we bringin the structure down!

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 race'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+

[I.T.] We spit Cold War syndrome, it shatters the bones

[P.P.] Spray my dependance on your bitch face when it splatters you on

[S.S.] Thrown in submission holds and choked 'til you tap out

[I.T.] And shut down your party like Whitney Houston's crackhouse

[P.P.] Stronghold, live and direct up in your set

[S.S.] The habitual line steppers - Swave, Pen and Tech