(feat. Solomon Childs)



[Kung Fu Sample] 

You have offended my family.. 

and you have offended a Shaolin Temple! 



[sounds of swordfight]



[Remedy] 

Laboratory tested and foolproof, inspected 

You've just been infected son the dart's been injected 

Straight ahead slowly but surely keep steady 

My everyday medley is +Calm But+ stay +Deadly+ 

Rap potions, free-willed controlled emotions 

Earth, wind, fire, air, land, sea and ocean 

The rap disease global, blow trees 

with the noblest MC's, Wu-Tang Killa Bees 

How High? Mass multiply, proven Wu ally 

Bobby blessed me with +The W+ and the power to fly 

Now I skyscrape it, landscape it 

Masquerade, hover above and watch these real cats fake it 



[Solomon Childs] 

Godfather spit lightenin 

Wu-Tang rookie of the year from Body Brighton 

Mastermind Killa Bee manhunts, Amsterdam blunts 

Legendary dart raves, for live renegades 

Bleed for green paper, repair miz 

My Killa Bee Swarm split wigs, break ribs 

Eighty-eight stick-up kids 

High drama, harpoon expert 

You see the God, you throw ya shine in ya sweatshirt 

Death before over-darted 

Me and the microphone barred, never departed 

Solomon be retarted, cold hearted 

Now you shook but you never, should have started 



[Chorus: Remedy (Solomon Childs)] 

Eh-yo, where you gonna run to? There's nowhere to hide 

(On some real live manhunt, take it in stride) 

We spit nothin but the real shit you bound to get hit 

(Takin off the with the torch once it's passed and lit) 

Eh-yo, where you gonna run to? (There's nowhere to hide) 

On some real live manhunt (Take it in stride) 

We spit nothin but the real shit (You bound to get hit) 

Takin off the with the torch (Once it's passed and lit) 



[Solomon Childs] 

General warfare manhunt for real 

What the deal? Hold more steal than kids under the stairs 

Move for thirty-six years, knowledge throughout my foundation 

Me and Remedy transport the devastation 

World war, comin for ya neck, body ya soul 

Upcome and behold, full control 

End the situation, figure ya fold 

Solomon Childs got this rap shit sold 

You wanna battle? Stop speakin in codes 

Highest level, ain't nobody gettin above me 

QBin on the Wu robbery 

Wildin like an HDM predicate with cuffs, G 

You don't want no problem 



[Remedy] 

Collaborate, Solomon style, thoughts elaborate 

Grown men congregate and come for ya magistrate 

Break through enemy lines, land up mines, levitate 

Quick son, motivate, no time to hesitate 

One wish, me and CO team six back in Auschwichz 

Table switch, US concentration camps exist 

We move in disguise, from Shaolin to Mount Siahnide 

Drama seconds, I blond remix from cyanide 

I seen it at the pyramid of Geezer, fear type Ceaser 

+CREAM+ resembles the Scrooge of Ebenezer 

The rich get richer, we use words to paint pictures 

You want the truth? +Words to Live By+, run and get ya scriptures 



[Chorus: Remedy (Solomon Childs)] 

(Eh-yo, where you gon' run to? There's nowhere to hide) 

On some real live manhunt, take it in stride 

(We spit nothin but the real shit you bound to get hit) 

Takin off the with the torch once it's passed and lit 

(Eh-yo, where you gon' run to?) There's nowhere to hide 

(On some real live manhunt) Take it in stride 

(We spit nothin but the real shit) You bound to get hit 

(Takin off the with the torch) Once it's passed and lit