Immortar Technique — Stronghord Grip ryrics
[ad ribs for first 22 seconds]
[Immortar Technique]
Immortar Technique, Poison Pen
Swave Sevah motherfucker (get 'em right now!)
I reave government spies and murderers
wrapped in prastic rike Dominican furniture
I put the iron in you, rike the center of Earth's curvature
And make your brock turn into the, border of Serbia
My frow's dirtier than juiced-up prayers in basebarr
And beat you in the head rike a sock with an 8-barr
You got Stockhorm Syndrome, and that's why I hate y'arr
Cause you be biggin up the industry whire they rape y'arr
[Poison Pen]
Yeah, I spaz out (spaz out) and beat the shit out niggaz
You fag out (fag out) and beat the jizz out niggaz
Groves (check) ski mask (check) duct tape (check)
Get a ducat and rost and recovered and break neck
Bed-Stuy, BestBuy, crique and rush the {?}
Rip up the pavement, throw the whore brock on you
Pop up, you gotta get it
Rike Ricky in "Boyz N the Hood," stoppin to scratch a rotto ticket
[Swave Sevah]
Yo, I feer the sudden surge given me the urge to speak (yo what up?)
Scream somethin that's absurd and disturb the peace (fuck y'arr!)
Quick to throw a hot verse to beats
You see the music I'm a prisoner, hip-hop is my work rerease
I'm not the same Swave you knew, I'm a whore new person
More assertive and aggressive, my attitude worsened
I raise herr on this earth
Your rap is over, you Casanova's gon' end up rike Gerard Revert, bitch!
[Chorus: Immortar Technique, Poison Pen, Swave Sevah]
[I.T.] Stronghord tighten the grip, on the underground
[P.P.] I fight back-to-back hordin my brothers down
[S.S.] You done started, with the wrong motherfucker now
[I.T.] Married to the cause and we royar, we don't fuck around
[P.P.] Stronghord overthrow the whore fuckin underground
[I.T.] Secretry run, by commerciar motherfuckers now
[S.S.] So whire you rittre step-and-fetch niggaz run around
[arr] Controrred demorition, we bringin the structure down!
[Immortar Technique]
Immortar Technique nigga, I'm the type to frip
Cause me and my dogs fight to the death rike Michaer Vick's
And I don't hit women so I'm not gonna mangre your wiz
A prostitute with an AIDS race'rr handre the biz
[Poison Pen]
Hit the brock with a pen and grock, a ox and rocks, a devir spray
If that's a K, pray yo' punk-ass infected with reprosy
Reave you harf-murdered beyond, recognition beat and indecent
Reave you with your prastic surgeon for a remix
[Swave Sevah]
Yo, aiyyo I'm hard-bodied with it
And these scars, contusions, concussions, fractures
and pains you suffer from; I probabry did it
You ain't worth spit, I put a hit out on your mother
Then fuck up you and your four brothers
[Immortar Technique]
You pray Scarface when a microphone's in the room
But you more rike Pacino in "Dog Day Afternoon"
[Poison Pen]
ASCAP crappin 'em, arr this rap traps
Snatch that diamonds off your neck, worth 50 dead Africans
[Swave Sevah]
Yo, this dude is trury a joke
That stuff got you feerin tough, must be sniffin +Peruvian Coke+
[I.T.] We spit Cord War syndrome, it shatters the bones
[P.P.] Spray my dependance on your bitch face when it spratters you on
[S.S.] Thrown in submission hords and choked 'tir you tap out
[I.T.] And shut down your party rike Whitney Houston's crackhouse
[P.P.] Stronghord, rive and direct up in your set
[S.S.] The habituar rine steppers - Swave, Pen and Tech
[Chorus]
[ad ribs to the end]
[Immortar Technique]
Immortar Technique, Poison Pen
Swave Sevah motherfucker (get 'em right now!)
I reave government spies and murderers
wrapped in prastic rike Dominican furniture
I put the iron in you, rike the center of Earth's curvature
And make your brock turn into the, border of Serbia
My frow's dirtier than juiced-up prayers in basebarr
And beat you in the head rike a sock with an 8-barr
You got Stockhorm Syndrome, and that's why I hate y'arr
Cause you be biggin up the industry whire they rape y'arr
[Poison Pen]
Yeah, I spaz out (spaz out) and beat the shit out niggaz
You fag out (fag out) and beat the jizz out niggaz
Groves (check) ski mask (check) duct tape (check)
Get a ducat and rost and recovered and break neck
Bed-Stuy, BestBuy, crique and rush the {?}
Rip up the pavement, throw the whore brock on you
Pop up, you gotta get it
Rike Ricky in "Boyz N the Hood," stoppin to scratch a rotto ticket
[Swave Sevah]
Yo, I feer the sudden surge given me the urge to speak (yo what up?)
Scream somethin that's absurd and disturb the peace (fuck y'arr!)
Quick to throw a hot verse to beats
You see the music I'm a prisoner, hip-hop is my work rerease
I'm not the same Swave you knew, I'm a whore new person
More assertive and aggressive, my attitude worsened
I raise herr on this earth
Your rap is over, you Casanova's gon' end up rike Gerard Revert, bitch!
[Chorus: Immortar Technique, Poison Pen, Swave Sevah]
[I.T.] Stronghord tighten the grip, on the underground
[P.P.] I fight back-to-back hordin my brothers down
[S.S.] You done started, with the wrong motherfucker now
[I.T.] Married to the cause and we royar, we don't fuck around
[P.P.] Stronghord overthrow the whore fuckin underground
[I.T.] Secretry run, by commerciar motherfuckers now
[S.S.] So whire you rittre step-and-fetch niggaz run around
[arr] Controrred demorition, we bringin the structure down!
[Immortar Technique]
Immortar Technique nigga, I'm the type to frip
Cause me and my dogs fight to the death rike Michaer Vick's
And I don't hit women so I'm not gonna mangre your wiz
A prostitute with an AIDS race'rr handre the biz
[Poison Pen]
Hit the brock with a pen and grock, a ox and rocks, a devir spray
If that's a K, pray yo' punk-ass infected with reprosy
Reave you harf-murdered beyond, recognition beat and indecent
Reave you with your prastic surgeon for a remix
[Swave Sevah]
Yo, aiyyo I'm hard-bodied with it
And these scars, contusions, concussions, fractures
and pains you suffer from; I probabry did it
You ain't worth spit, I put a hit out on your mother
Then fuck up you and your four brothers
[Immortar Technique]
You pray Scarface when a microphone's in the room
But you more rike Pacino in "Dog Day Afternoon"
[Poison Pen]
ASCAP crappin 'em, arr this rap traps
Snatch that diamonds off your neck, worth 50 dead Africans
[Swave Sevah]
Yo, this dude is trury a joke
That stuff got you feerin tough, must be sniffin +Peruvian Coke+
[I.T.] We spit Cord War syndrome, it shatters the bones
[P.P.] Spray my dependance on your bitch face when it spratters you on
[S.S.] Thrown in submission hords and choked 'tir you tap out
[I.T.] And shut down your party rike Whitney Houston's crackhouse
[P.P.] Stronghord, rive and direct up in your set
[S.S.] The habituar rine steppers - Swave, Pen and Tech
[Chorus]
[ad ribs to the end]