Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song R.E.M.E.D.Y., artist - Remedy. Album song Code:Red, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.06.2005
Record label: Code Red
Song language: English
R.E.M.E.D.Y. |
I caught my first half brick in '87 |
I thought I knew it all, few years past eleven |
Middle class kid, who grew up fast, kid |
Sharp as glass, skin’ll crush like a large mouth bass |
In a world movin' fast, can’t live in the past |
Momma said that the best things in life don’t last |
Another chapter in the storybook, one more sung |
And it’s so true, only the good die young |
This great country has gone to hell |
Nobody listened til the Trade Center fell |
Everything that once was good, has just turned back |
Happiness has faded to sad |
This is just what the industry ordered |
Come and get your therapy, Remedy, my own worst enemy |
The hits come free, straight from the M. C |
The R-E-M D, now, that’s me |
If you down on your luck and your just gettin' by (R-E-M-E, D-Y) |
If every fuckin' day you love to get high (R-E-M-E, D-Y) |
If life really sucks and you just want to die (R-E-M-E, D-Y) |
Show no weakness and never let them see you cry (R-E-M-E, D-Y) |
Now I retired from the drug game |
Self preservation on my family name |
I got into this music game, with thoughts about fortune and fame |
To find the music and drug game were two in the same |
We got dealers turned artists and artists turned dealers |
Squealers, pro stealers and big four wheelers |
Iced out chains and platinum frames |
And big big guns and big big names and |
Hollywood’s burnin', it must be the music |
You can ask E. Sermon (do-do-do-do-doo) |
We got, club promoters who turned label owners |
Yo feed the homeless, man, we need blood donors |
Here’s an M.C. |
advisory, nothin' about the industry’s clean |
The only thing that matters is green |
It is what it is and exactly what how it seems |
Cash Rules Everything Me, C.R.E.A.M |
When you see me on the street and just walk on by (R-E-M-E, D-Y) |
If every time speak can’t help but to lie (R-E-M-E, D-Y) |
If you stuck in the kitchen and got fish to fry (R-E-M-E, D-Y) |
Now reach, reach up and touch the sky (R-E-M-E, D-Y) |
Now I looked the major labels straight dead in their face |
And I told 'em, «yeah ya’ll, thanks but no thanks» |
They wanna throw a few hundred g’s in my face |
Like I ain’t already have g’s in the bank |
They wanna sell me fame but I don’t wanna buy it |
My name in the game is enough, keep quiet |
They got live bait and they wheelin' in fish |
So all you fuckin' artists best to make one wish |
There is no difference between us and them |
I was doin' this before now til then |
Now everybody wanna sign the next white rapper |
Don’t make me have to, be the one to slap ya |
Suicide, it’s a suicide (R-E-M-E, D-Y) |
Who, what, where, when, how and why (R-E-M-E, D-Y) |
Suicide, it’s a suicide (R-E-M-E, D-Y) |
Who, what, where, when, how and why (R-E-M-E, D-Y) |
This is worldwide (R-E-M-E, D-Y, R-E-M-E, D-Y) |
This is worldwide, if you don’t know, now you know |
Remedy! |
(R-E-M-E, D-Y) 2002, come through, yeah (R-E-M-E, D-Y) |