Iron Grip

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lyrics

Verse 1:

Picture an arm and hammer
Now picture these arms with hammers
Not to pop and blam ya
The ones to cock back and slam ya
My grammar,
My language is dangerous
Feel the iron grip
Clenched by the iron fist
Stang is runnin’ this shit
Yeah,
This is the Soviet sound
So be it that we are it and holding it down
From right now
Till kingdom come
The kings have come
I feel lethal like Neo
I know I’m the one
The top show gun
Top flows get shun for fun
I rock shows till the shows is done
It’s Stang
One


Verse 2:

Comin’ in like an avalanche
Destruction’s sort of like a dance
With battle plans
I’m wishin’ and itchin’ to have the chance
Remain in an iron stance
With an iron lance for a fist
Better drop back quick
Cross the line and assist
Cus’ the hidden hand lands where I spit
Terror sips from my lip
Made of granite, just examine
The planets communicate through weather and cloud cover
So you know I speak the language of thunder
I’m a menace but a legend when it comes to defendin’
Split the presence of the heavens
Into remnants unmended when I’m contended



Verse 3:

The water
Torture
Techniques are treacherous
Engulfed within my blackout of biological excellence
So settle in
Like peasants of peddling pestilence
A pesticide blastin’ ‘em
Castin’ insects out like an exodus
Whose next to flip and grip with iron restraints
And I’m fryin’ membranes
And you’re tryin’ lyin’ lying dead in your place
I silence kindness for the violence
When they try to refrain
And all the blinded find the mindless
When they try to complain
So my design is of the finest shift
I’m never the same
So when I speak it simple and plain
I go straight for the brain
The iron clad grip
Iron four
I am more war
Ready?
War
Ready?
Raw
Deadly iron clap y’all
Back to the back door
Back to the backpacks
Back to attack dogs
With backs to the wall
Draw two iron hatchets to hack and slash y’all

Verse 4:

My heart’s catapultin’ my life
Like pole-volting fires
Shock
Clear
Pounding my chest with live wires
Shock
Clear
Conditions is unexplainable
Shock
Clear
I’m breathin’ grasping the table
And I – Can’t – Stop
With numerous blows to the hands of angels
And I – Won’t – Quit
Beatin’ the horns of devils till I’m stable
Ånd I – Can’t I – Won’t I
Never lay down
Still got eight rounds
I still got something left
Now I
Walk with death
Flatline
Bullet holes in my chest

Verse 5:

I’m gifted with the craft of script and rap
I read the scriptures
And I ripped ‘em into strips of facts
Then spit them into rhythm tracks
Fuck the music business of ignorance
We bringin’ wisdom back
Examine what you’re rappin’
And conclude you’re just a rappin’ fool
Attackin’ your manhood
Retractin’ you back to your damaged youth
Discipline your actions of whackness
Please see me after school
Come follow me
The soldier with soul power
The prophet
The only chosen one
The golden child with flowing style
Behold I am the holy son
We fight until the war is one
Until we see that day has come
I’ll never feel the warmth of sun
Never believe whatever they told
There never could be
They keep us below
Inevitably my people will know
Together we’ll be
Forever we’ll grow
Never leave when they need you
Never look beatin’ or let ‘em see you cry
Never lead your people to evil
And remember to never let ‘em die
Never let ‘em die

credits

from Nine Leaves, released January 31, 2006
(H. Stang, Z. Hemsey, C. McCarthy, I. Pineda, A. Maldonado)

Rhyming: Stang, Zack Hemsey, Phenetix, Isaac, Aronic
Vocals: Zack Hemsey
Production: Zack Hemsey

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