Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Show No Weakness, artist - Remedy. Album song The Library 1995-1999, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: APRC
Song language: English
Show No Weakness |
We want information, information, information |
Who are you? |
The new number two |
Who is number one? |
You are number six |
I am not a number! |
I am a free man! |
Yeah. |
Hot lava. |
Yo stay aware of what’s out there, prepare for warfare |
Guns and gold, watch me as I load my fanfare |
Programs of Remedy, my own worst enemy |
I’m bleedin, eatin off the tree of life, I’m even |
My bass rocks flocks, lacin baggles with locks |
Glock spillers got loot on the blocks, watch for cops |
I live life as such, keep a twenty-gauge in the clutch |
Double Dutch, finger touch, trigger action to bust |
Broken hoes through front playin roles of those who oppose |
So-called pros and fake rap mafiosos |
The sun rise in these deep blue eyes |
And the angel lives and dies for the cause, no lies |
Generation gaps, flooded by white caps |
The great white hope below, hangin on the rope with no slack |
The right to bear arms so I do so |
Carryin licenses, high-priced listenin devices |
Not invincible, moves all based upon principal |
Decisions got me forced to chop 'em down like division |
Deep incision, cuts rip through with precision |
Collisions caused due to lyrical circumsicion |
One point one million locked down in US prisons |
With no previsions, broken dreams and shattered visions |
Crowns and thorns, halos, tornados of suction |
Hunger builds inside on the brink of destruction |
Those who speak don’t know, those who know don’t speak |
Yo I’m speechless, show no weakness |
No leakin, can move without speakin |
Look who’s peakin, find what you seekin |
I’m in a six room house, I got a gun in each of 'em |
I’m eatin with my kids while I’m teachin 'em |
Angel head 'poster, passin word how to live long and prosper |
This rap shit’s all about your posture |
Eh-yo we ain’t kids no more, poisonous seeds from the core |
Hundred and fifty yards away, rifle Ruger forty-four |
You never know what’s in store, God I swore, I swear to go to war |
I plan before to come, the year’s two-thousand and one |
I’m in the blue lodged doors and I’m incognito |
Flew in from Toledo in a black tuxedo |
My purpose to Remedy, due process for service |
And let your hidden truths now surface |
Re-enlighten, I’m locked in, based on a secret doctrine |
Hold my ground for now, barricades got me blocked in |
The dragon’s lair, thirty-three degrees is where |
A sonic millionaire affair, stashed up bundles in stairs |
Unaware that I’m there as they walk down in pairs |
Say your prayers, the white lion lights 'em up like flares |
At last got my hands of the solid Grain commander |
Who see his team gunned like innocent bystanders |
No remorse, attack and demand the land back (attack) |
One breath from death, I received a hand back |
No shit, the keys to the bottomless pit |
And I carry it out on a ruby-red firey blazed chariot |
Master reality, words to live by |
Show no weakness. |