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Remedy - The Art Basel lyrics

Artist: Remedy

album: Remedy Meets WuTang


Ghosts belong in the art basel
With two gadgets on they hip
Superman cave to hype deflate
My juicer threat, hi tech jubilee
African diamonds, it glows harder
From the heart of the cloud of provocative stones
Binoculars vision, adopters miraculous Medusa's
Who's statue cry for, this time is short
You can feel the hour
The search for your body is on
IPhone signal pinging off the tower
Your corpse is found and I'd confirmed
By your dental records, his final seconds
Resected before they burn their naked
Fingers is missing, kill with conviction
Viewer discretion is advised through your
Television in a hard grade big mouth
Murdered into my way Ronald Reagen's
Ski mask killers from Zimbabwe
Never seen these type of machines
With the squad spread to seige no I killed
They popped your party
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Blue face by the stack
Straps stubbed to my back
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
You know the suit is from strap put the square up on the map
I throw 16 shots to a dart for Tony Stark
The Remedy, empty clips, empty blocks
Niggas know they send shots
Bodies drop if I run out of bullets
I'ma hit em with a car
I ain't worried about you goofies
I'm relaxing in the spa like a Dawn Cuban
Cigar in the bottle with Dawn perion
I'm heavy on the suede cloth
Every single one of my boys thoughts
Came from a lost I got an uncle that murdered
Like east New York, no we can't draw a girl
You eat pork and before I stretch your pussy bitch
I beat off I carry my own course they put the nail in my hand
I couldn't grab the mic, so I went Acapella for the fans
And I'm doctor of flows, endoscope
This one's medical exam, your notes I diagnose
Issues is not sick get off my dick
I ain't writing no scripts, bitch
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Blue face by the stack
Strap stubbed to my back
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
You know the suit is from stap
Put the square up on the map
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Blue face by the stack
Strap stubbed to my back
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
You know the suit is from stap
Put the square up on the map

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