Top of the Food Chain (Remix)

[Intro: Poison Pen]
Yo. Check it out, yeah. Stronghold, yo. Molotov Cocktail, Number 3, Poison Pen, y'all. And they rock, y'all. Emvees, yeah. Check it out, yeah. Straight like that, run through this (Stronghold). (Stronghold!). I should facefuck you fake fucks. Yo

[Verse 1: Poison Pen]
Poison Pen for you ballers and bammers
Walked up in the spot. Metal detectors went bananas (Stronghold!)
Arms swinging—give me dap ‘til my palm stinging
Grab your bitch, take her for long weekends
Come out your mouth? That’s a nice shirt to bleed on
We only use your wax to fucking roll trees on
Fuck your song, fuck your block, fuck your street
Niggas so pussy, they don’t speak—they queef. We run shit
We Stronghold shit. I need a chain I can jump rope with
And Bed Stuy got ‘em
Word, I’m like Zeus without the eye problem
Suge Knight without the bald spot. [?] landmarks is chicken spots
Even little tots got they eyes on your necklace. My life is this flick—y’all are extras
I dealt with more blocks than Tetris. We perfectionists
And wouldn’t have it any other way
Come out your face, I’ll bend your knee the other way
Niggas talking ‘bout schemes?
They never been to the outs. Fuck with me
Our comb break the skin on your scalp
Been in this too long to ask for help—I’m dolo
Can somebody tell these homos that they lost they mojo?
I’m like the jailhouse photo
With your fam, showing tats in the rap room. Cherish that for life
That’s what I put on my mic (Yeah!)

[Outro: Poison Pen]
Nigga, we down by Lord, nigga. Stronghold 3. Word up. We give these niggas what they want. Check this rhyme on my new single in like three months. Yo. It's like that, yo. Yeah