REMEDY - The Duelist lyrics
[REMEDY - The Duelist lyrics]
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 megabit's, 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 megabit's, 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 bandit's
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
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 megabit's, 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 megabit's, 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 bandit's
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