Del - Remedy lyrics

(Mr. E) I'm going off of the brain, I'm often insane I'm torching the game, scorching with fame, so hot I'll set my coffin in flames Ill crack u with a sewer cap oozing in manure, black Metal to your temple moving your medulla back Rhythm is just a glimpse of my mission so listen Cuz I got sharp hooks and real lines like I'm fishing It's called ambition I'm not showing off I'm showing y'all art instead of bumping to somebody that you know is soft So hold your throat and cough while your show's rioting Cuz you are an artist, of the choke variety When you talk about cash while you're broke entirely You're really making me paper, oh the irony In this life I don't need sh** but weed hits Smoking all the gra** that I can before I'm lying underneath it Shots of Ciroc and vodka I'm rockin' like Waka Flocka s** co*k cuz I'm not jocker, get clocked with my proper glocka Now hop in the f**in' Honda, or not you get shot and fathered I'm not fronting whose stopping for cops when you got a shotgun Riding shotty with some narcotics and you know the coke is strong Watching cartoons while I'm sniffing a nick I'll O.D. on (nickelodeon) f** letting the rifle blast b**h I'll strike a match and ignite the gas to burn you alive twice as fast And if your trifling a** blows up from rap I won't do sh**, I'll leave it to Pac when he comes back. WHATTUP [HOOK] (2x) Check ya memory, Hit em with the remedy Illest in the business k**in' with a hidden identity (D-EL) Crush the weed, spark cigarillos Puffin' on a couple knicks in my car, melo Illegal tints on the whip bumping Ludacris Couple different strains that I gotta start moving quick Too slick for the pigs I am too legit Making my transactions with some of that buddha lit Pushing weight is my job I ain't new to this I'm a vet, I've been doing this since middle school and sh** A gram of Afghan in the stash can Sours in the back, but I'm pulling out the hash, man 5 zips of it in the back of the trunk In 5 minutes I'll be 5 times richer than you last month Check the logic kid, ain't nobody stopping it Heir to the throne the kings running out of oxygen I rhyme atomic bombs listen as I'm dropping in When I begin the ground starts shaking in every continent Swallowing a lot of gin body filled with intoxicants Shots of Captain Morgan got me wobbling Saw your mans started following we robbing him He hollering, half of homie's face needed remodeling I'mma be at the top man I'm promise it I'm so sick I be at the crib sipping College Inn Swell your lips up like collagen And send you back with the bloody clothes you go to college in [HOOK] (2x) Check ya memory, Hit em with the remedy Illest in the business k**in' with a hidden identity (Mr. E) From the mouth of a preacher to the people's ear The sh** that I speak is clear coming from the realest ever breathing, yeah I'm here to share my lyrics but if u even dare To take what I k**ed for, your face is gonna need repair Reconstructive surgery is interrupted early b Ma** appeal don't faze me I give a f** who's heard of me My hyperbole will murder you verbally But a wrong word to me will certainly have you burning eternally Concrete jungle, I live as rough as it get Got the old school Washington Wizards up in the clip It's like, a warzone is a resemblance of my penmanship In the field of battle I ain't the one you should be messing with My verbs are blades and my nouns are nines Metaphors atom bombs, syllables land mines Double entendre's a suicide bomber Taking listeners hostage and blowing minds after the comma I ain't behind enemy's lines I'm blind-siding em with rhymes Nobody seeing the whites of my eyes, I'm high Making history using a pen Until there's white flags and victory music again