The Duelist - Remedy

The Duelist.

Fetch your blade, swing your shit

The Duelist.

chop 'em

I be the dope in this, great white hope in this

Soloist, vocalist, doloist, mogulist, long pole bogulist

Ragin' bull chauvinist, pull the wool specialist

Six million megabits, lyrical perfectionist

Fuckin' you, look into the tape and see the W

What to do?

Times of rosen, who?

Cold chosen few

Rap is void, make a move;

stay paranoid

Velocity asteroid, royal can boy

You can’t touch these, my family is crowned trustees

We got the half Swingin' Swordsmen

Wu Killa Beez, the truest, Art of War rap cats

Here are the rulers, Shaolin

This is Remedy, you can’t fuck with The Duelist

The dope in this, great white hope in this

Soloist, vocalist, doloist, mogulist, long pole bogulist

Ragin' bull chauvinist, pull the wool specialist

Six million megabits, lyrical perfectionist

What you don’t know is what you can’t see

Me, Remedy, back in Dukes makin' cookies

Back in '93, chemistry, the dueler

Past-time hobby, rock the ruler

Now I mate you in the yard of the high price darts

Your last breath, one left, closer to death

Swingin' Swords, chop the head, pass it off to the next

Smokin' bones with Sunn, run off of one good lung

Of the murders, tracks that they’ve done, where I’m from

The Shaolin where anyone knows everything about everyone

It’s scary, cut their tongue, shit’s hairy, stay weary

I’m the so-called wings of God, they wanna glance

And lock you and got you in a trance to rock you

Off the seeds that they planted, don’t take shit for granted

These fake fucks are makin' out like bandits

I seen it comin' through years of the plannin'

The man’s got the knowledge, W, wisdom and the youth of understandin'

Cut their tongues off, swing your blade

The Duelist.

Rem-D, chop 'em