Lyrics:
distant and obscure
Remains the cure
All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don't wanna live
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
the Auderman empire,
For I hear by the sound of the
castanettes, we are off,
off, off, off we are off.
Off to Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-azil! a-Br-r-razil. Brazil...
Land
down the walls
Bailing my share of falls, woah
There is blood on my hands
Is it blessing
In a lifetime twisted by design
What I say
Is it a flare
asked you?
From Bottle Alley to the Harbor
There's easy pickings guaranteed
Try any banker, bum, or barber
They almost all knows how to read
the streets and spread like a disease
Neighborhoods infected then misdirected
It ain't no cure and it's hard to correct it
Bless by the most high cursed by
the streets and spread like a disease
Neighborhoods infected then misdirected
It ain't no cure and it's hard to correct it
Bless by the most high cursed by
slippin', you're a bum
Run it up, run it up, no, them niggas not with us (niggas not with me)
She got freckles, I got cookies, tell them bitches, "Come
jeans and boots ta
Move by the millions and children stay rough
But uh one for the road, til I get whetted
Try to riff and conflicts get deaded!
Gats
of weight
And I ain't talkin' bout calories put on by steak
The recipe I'm cookin' may send me upstate
Use bakin' soda, cook the pie, collect cake
Now
of a broken king run down by the deals
Neck the toxins until the darkness come real
Come and listen now to this
Sing the sorrows unreal of a broken king run
goo)
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size and they width
Sike wait until November 5th
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size
I am Remsoul
Master of the ego and the infinite soul
I am Remsoul
King of nothing at all but fortunate in flows
I am Remsoul
Surrounded by darkness I
Time time by myself oh oh
Way to Focused on my self and I'm to scared to talk
She said this place is hot
Can i bum a smoke
All I have is Woods
Full
by my side
Music on, power winds crossing all night
Night drive, everything feels right
Headlights shining as we cross the road
The world is ours
figured at five to nine
But look at Epitaph, he wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph
Epitaph, Valentine and Revere
I got the horse
It's lonesome away from your kindered and all
By the campfire at night where the wild Dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so
fellows,
Have you considered this?
Well, anyway, it's my turn to sing
So shut up, really?
But look at Epitaph, he wins it by a half
According to this here
mud.
I'll tell you Paul Revere,
Now this is no bum steer,
It's from a handicapper that's real sincere.
This guy says the horse shows class,
Can do,
There's a cat in town that you might know
He goes by the name of Domino
A long tweed jacket and a diamond ring
A blue sport car, he's a crazy
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
Benzedrine
There's a boy just down below me, who's the son of some well-known
He was brought in by his mother, 'cause his daddy's always gone
There's a bum
Got credit cards in my pockets
But I walk past bums all day (Why why why)
I see dealers pushing poisons
But I have nothing to say (Why why why)
I
the plague
The living death
Closing his icy grip around the whole planet
Then the rumors started
The last hardcore MC's were working on a cure
That would
scatter my brain
One by one oh
Go tear me limb by limb
Now I realize say
Oh I oh I
You be my weakness oh
And you be my sickness oh
And I don’t want to cure
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