[Intro: L.I.F.E. Long]
Haha. Stronghold. Stronghold. (Strongheezy!). It goes 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. L.I.F.E. Long. Número uno. SH5.com. (Ayyo, yo). SH5.com. (Ayyo, yo)

[Verse 1: L.I.F.E. Long]
Is it my fault that your imitation, uninnovative insults has no effect on me?
I’m repellent against shit that reeks of ignantnometry
Never let that stuff soak in
Where heads be finishing, we be crafting
New ways of communicating to your average
You couldn’t hold your weight if you was on a scale and the sky was falling down (Yo)
Profound, I got proofreaders reading my words, spellchecking ‘em but find no mistakes (No mistakes)
Art of spitting: check, stay correct
With the science, hear a million Scientologists
Speaking on my gravitational theories of how I keep the world from going upside-down
Leaving your mind spinning off just one round of a rotated verse
Exited out at random. Dwell on the low like a phantom
Rosc in the attic of a opera—always overground
When view scenes stimulating my growing
Is when I’m scintillating like the mill of Armageddon
Soon to be the burning state (What?)
I walk around, fully awake
Watching the world change quick, fast in a eyeblink
Stronghold! Hit you in the mouth with a brick fist until you shit bricks like “Yo!”