Code Red Lyrics - Remedy

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f/ Lounge-Lo, Solomon Childs, RZA

[Intro: sample scratched up (RZA)]
"Code red -- danger!" - Inspectah Deck "Protect Ya Neck"
(Yo, aiyo)

[RZA]
36 crazy fists, Baby Chris
Kept a tray eighty, slip down near his xxx split
Quick to spit, maybe hit
Anybody on the block by, he talk fly
Hawkeye, chalk lie on blocks, nobody's drop
Like hopscotch, boxes being drawn by cops
Maybe Chris, iller dealer will splat the skully box
Big head and his little seed Yaqub, terrible
So black he was blue, knew, when he grew
That he would study math, and learn to draw devil
And speak three toga, learn sheik yoga
Think with the force of Yoda
70 percent satisfied, 30 percent dissatisfied
So they fraternized and scatter lies
And build a brotherhood, with black hoods
We stack goods, livin' in backwards
Rollin' weed up in back woods

[Remedy]
Baby Chris got a cousin named Abe, he got the mind of a slave
Generous but the heart that's brave
Said he gave his whole life, came to save the kids
From the cradle to the grave, for what you think they did
On his praise to The Abbott, said he'd kill for the Wu
Started learning jujitsu, and kung fu too
Mastered and traits on how to rush gates
Learn to DJ and how to put explosives in crates
Now a few years past, wow, some learned fast
How to blast, quick dash, run and gun for the cash
Nothin' else mattered, paid his dues killin' crews that ratted
He was bruised and battered
With 2 twenty two's in his shoes, it's where he kept xxxx cookin'
Waitin' for his time to attack, who wasn't lookin'
36 crazy fists, cousin' Abe, Baby Chris
That and this, nobody gave two shits

[Lounge-Lo]
Aiyo, I clapped with the best of the clappers
Rapped with the best of the rappers
And I snapped with the best of the snappers
Hold on dog, let me tell you how I be heglin' hackers
xxxx the machine, I rock jeans, can't xxxx with slackers
Know them lame xxx niggas label, pickers and packers
I'd rather stay in the game with them, stickers and stackers
The kid xxxx with building attackers, coke pushers
Dope felons, weed smokers and heat holders
Underworld street rollers, you know the rig
Throw a rock at the heads, who thought the beef was over
See the life, but the streets are colder
Momma love, got to watch her back, because niggas heats don't know her
But if it's indirected, it's gonna pop off in one second
And for the record, dog, best to start settin' it

[Solomon Childs]
My voice box of a thousand
And use for promotional use, for thugs who rep housin'
They can't name me, free Tommy Gunns, we pitbulls is arson
Body Brighton, the black mask, I blend in the dark wind
It becomes a new line cinema
With preaches of a project minister
Cuz of the bloodshed, he made movies
Wifies with attitudes, look, we talk groupies
Bust our guns at the storm like big web
And made an offer to the rev
That by any means necessary, I'mma die for the bread
Front page criminal, startin' a clean spread
Until you faggots, see you muthafuckas at the crossroads
With your heart wounds from me tossin' crossbows
And I ain't sendin' no cross codes
Believe when I tell you that
I got cats that'll hit you with the forty and open up your torso
These permanent red stains on your body like up North Pole
Reign supreme like I'm sittin' on Egyptian throne

[Outro: sample scratched up (Solomon Childs)]
"Code red -- danger!" - Inspectah Deck "Protect Ya Neck"
(You heard, for real)

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