Artist: Remedy f/ King Just, Solomon Childs Album: It All Comes Down to This Song: Startin' Something Typed by: Cno Evil [King Just] Stand back for attack this is anthrax music Rem put the work on the table so I'mma move it Do it for the love, plus the smell of the bud I'm addicted to this hip hop shit, it's my drug Put the record to the needle, the voice speaks to the people He's lethal, his only choice but sour diesel You see through, F.U., you and your nephew Talking like you left who? I ain't gotta step to Guess who's back, in fact, they start running Dog Will Hunt or Good Will Hunting I'm coming for the crown, this is how I get down R.E.C., D.M.D. Posse, we Dick 'Em Down 10 Rounds and they won't make it past the first Cuz every verse curse'll have you riding a hearse That doesn't everything and your image is nothing You been fronting too long, Chokearm, I'm starting something [Remedy] Yo, this goes out to anyone who ain't family Using me, way too long, losing my sanity Fuck you, you and your crew, they can't hold me Blindfold, knowing my name, but don't know me The dred unc's told me, lay on the rest One round, I take you down, it's a no contest My fortune, is based on range and extortion Fuck the world, blow it out of proportion Still M.C. wizardry, Killa Bee invasion Men of respect, nothing left then amazing My face bears warpaint, mark of the sword saint Give me a reason, it's assassination season The projects are filled with projectiles The streets are a jungle infested with snakes and killa reptiles Sue me, or do something to me, it's nothing You've been fronting too long, come on, we starting something [Solomon Childs] Smoke your bone marrow, pharaoh This shit deeper than you think it is, this is fucking war And that's just what it is, shit I'm worldwide The next day mail, and I can't fail Cuz I'm so fresh, they so stale I'm all tan, they so pale This the rebirth of Staten Island, they will all hail They hustle backwards, I'm in the space capsule No gravity, the main module, technology's newest component, I'm so on it Same passion of a black hornet Truth, like a young Siegel With my fingers brown, from the smoke of bugle Tops, dirty, like them dirty cops Ugh, shit I'm the main crops, so noisy A championship time in Boise State Romancing the Stones in they estate I'm location with the trey eights Shit, I'm harder than any one of you grapes This my terra-zone, Planet of the Apes, fucker