Artist: Remedy f/ Lounge Lo, Solomon Childs, RZA
Album:  Code:Red
Song:   Code Red
Typed by: Cno Evil

[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 ass split
Quick to spit, maybe hit
Anybody on the block who walk 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 to learn to graph devils
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 up brotherhoods, with black hoods
We stack goods, livin' in backwards
Rollin' weed up in Backwoods

[Remedy]
Baby Chris got a cousin named Abe, he got the mind of a slave
Generous with 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
Always praise to The Abbott, said he'd kill for the Wu
Started studying jujitsu, and kung fu too
Masterin 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 two twenty two's in his shoes, it's where he kept shit cookin'
Waitin' for his time to attack, who wasn't lookin'
Thirty-six crazy fists, cousin' Abe, Baby Chris
That and this, nobody gave two shits

[Lounge Lo]
Aiyo, I clapped with the best of the clappers
Rap with the best of the rappers
And I snap with the best of the snappers
Hold on dog, let me tell you how I be heglin' hackers
Fuck the machine, I rock jeans, can't fuck with slackers
Know them lame ass niggas label, pickers and packers
I'd rather stay in the game with them, stickers and stackers
The kid fuck with building attackers, coke pushers
Dope felons, weed smokers and heat holders
Underworld street rollers, you know the reg
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' (come on)
They campaign to free Tommy Gunns (word?), we pitbulls is arson (yeah)
Body Brighton, the black mask, I blend in the dark wind (uh)
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 up empty, the storm like big web
And made an offer to the rev
That by any means necessary, I'ma die for the bread
Front page crimi-nal, 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 it (yeah)
I got cats that'll hit you with the forty and open up your torso
Leave permanent red stains on your body like up North poles
Reign supreme like I'm sittin' on Egyptian thrones

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