[Remedy] Armed and dangerous, the man renames nameless The face though is famous Movin' shadows, cut you up though, somethin' shameless Knife dallaba, white horse gallaba Gold plated, swingin' with the double-edge sword, excalibur The fiery-red, seven head blue-eyed devil Hollow be thy name on the sixty-sixth level My hands bare lambs blood, marked on my door step Your first born swept, while your snake ass slept Words to Live By, the human eye, can't identify Can't lie, die before the day I rat and testify Never talk, or you can chop my head, with the tomahawk Damned if I can't fuck you, let my man a walk Took an oath for you and me both Sworn to secrecy, the plan is to expand like growth So, remember that, can't turn your back on the pact True fact, so what's your next plan of attack, now?
[Chorus x2: sampled singer] Whatcha gonna do When time's caught up with you
[Remedy] Yea.. What I live for is what I'll die for Revolutionary Third World War, got guns galore Master Southpaw, right hand jammed to the jaw Last thing that he saw, was a left at the floor I always tell my old man pops, I'm goin' out gunnin' Turn our asses into liquids, and we're off and runnin' Prepare for what's comin' and that's it Takin' one shot and gettin' hit in this world of shit My roots stem straight from Bethlehem Starring three wise men, Heavensent, livin' Old Testament Mosaic, poetic, Judaic by genetics Those who speak don't know, and all semetics God forbid, me as a kid just caught in the mid Of the code we live, eye for eye and tooth for tooth Regroup the youth, stare them down and teach them the truth Organized revolution, yeah I got proof Now what?
[Chorus x2]
[Remedy] Whatcha gonna do? It's on you.. Time's tickin', the plot thickens
Yo, for this conversation, don't leave the phone Don't speak to soon, meet the hand of your doom It's on a need-to-know basis, watch out for two-faces I know about some unsolved homicide cases If it come down to it, what am I gonna do? Put your life in my hands, I'll take a bullet for you Brother-to-brother, in life and in death Expand as the words of a mother are just poison as breasts It's so funny, seen most sell their soul for money In a land once filled with mad milk and honey Human sacrifice, man's vice, fire and ice Livin' person, every man's head has a price Cut-throat, no suicide note, armor-plated under the coat Level four is your antidote Grown men you never know when your whole world could just come to an end Keep the faith 'til then, though