Immortal Technique - Stronghold Grip (feat. Poison Pen, Swave Sevah) Lyrics

(feat. Poison Pen, Swave Sevah)[ad libs for first 22 seconds][Immortal Technique]Immortal Technique, Poison PenSwave Sevah motherfucker (get 'em right now!)I leave government spies and murdererswrapped in plastic like Dominican furnitureI put the iron in you, like the center of Earth's curvatureAnd make your block turn into the, border of SerbiaMy flow's dirtier than juiced-up players in baseballAnd beat you in the head like a sock with an 8-ballYou got Stockholm Syndrome, and that's why I hate y'allCause you be biggin up the industry while they rape y'all[Poison Pen]Yeah, I spaz out (spaz out) and beat the shit out niggazYou fag out (fag out) and beat the jizz out niggazGloves (check) ski mask (check) duct tape (check)Get a ducat and lost and recovered and break neckBed-Stuy, BestBuy, clique and rush the {?}Rip up the pavement, throw the whole block on youPop up, you gotta get itLike Ricky in "Boyz N the Hood," stoppin to scratch a lotto ticket[Swave Sevah]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 beatsYou see the music I'm a prisoner, hip-hop is my work releaseI'm not the same Swave you knew, I'm a whole new personMore assertive and aggressive, my attitude worsenedI raise hell on this earthYour rap is over, you Casanova's gon' end up like Gerald Levert, bitch![Chorus: Immortal Technique, Poison Pen, Swave Sevah][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]Immortal Technique nigga, I'm the type to flipCause me and my dogs fight to the death like Michael Vick'sAnd I don't hit women so I'm not gonna mangle your wizA prostitute with an AIDS race'll handle the biz[Poison Pen]Hit the block with a pen and glock, a ox and rocks, a devil sprayIf that's a K, play yo' punk-ass infected with leprosyLeave you half-murdered beyond, recognition beat and indecentLeave you with your plastic surgeon for a remix[Swave Sevah]Yo, aiyyo I'm hard-bodied with itAnd these scars, contusions, concussions, fracturesand pains you suffer from; I probably did itYou ain't worth spit, I put a hit out on your motherThen fuck up you and your four brothers[Immortal Technique]You play Scarface when a microphone's in the roomBut you more like Pacino in "Dog Day Afternoon"[Poison Pen]ASCAP clappin 'em, all this rap trapsSnatch that diamonds off your neck, worth 50 dead Africans[Swave Sevah]Yo, this dude is truly a jokeThat 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[Chorus][ad libs to the end]