[Intro: REMI]
This is gold metal rap
Me and my people never holding it back
You're never safe from all, this is a massive attack
This is an arrogance rap to those preaching the wack, I tell 'em
[Verse 1: REMI]
I get it popping like crack knuckles and rap f*cking
This ca-snap condom like lamb cutters
And I dance on 'em like Jackson on the Bad tour
Huh, you should star watch like [?] or kick goals
Like Man U and I'm rewriting the manual
I'm the sh*t like manure, huh, I'm Samuel
With Bruce Almighty, name is Zeus
And you don't wanna die hard
So you and your troops better retreat fast
While I get teeth marks off your sweet heart
And I got these nuts just for weak c*nts
They’re for the baddest mamma jamma
She should just shake it around
I'm getting salmonella from these fresh chicks
I mean they got the best thing
f*ck it, I am the bestest kind of investment
f*ck it, I don't regret sh*t
That's my message, you need a life lesson, f*ck with the Rem-King
You're aiming for success, huh, sh*t, I'm destined
Beats by J. Smith, they call me Rem-Weson
I play the foreign kid at my school like [?]
Now I'm gonna kick it with the female destined like egg sh*t
[Chorus: REMI]
Uh, and turn the lights on
And someone tell these di*kheads the fight's on
Uh, uh, and I'm Tyson
Circa '88, yeah right, son
[Verse 2: REMI]
Pure dominance, I tell you that I'm fond of it
Think I'mma hold onto it and write all of my songs with it
Huh, call me the Dona vis, I'm f*cking astonishing
p*ss forking a lot of sh*t, trilling like astrologists now, huh
See you're playing lozenges now
You f*cking suckers, I'mma show you all what I'm about
I'm about 5 foot 9 with dark brown eyes
I'm about well-shaped eyes on well-shaped thighed women
Ow, I'm about to tear it down
'Cause I'm all about burying the crowd in sound, huh
It’s something so strong like it’s Crowded House, huh
I got the whole town whiling out for hours
Yeah, see they're playing owls when they hear me like, "hoot hoot"
Who the f*ck? I mean, like, this sh*t is too cool
I'll make your head get to spinning like tutu
I'm the f*cking do-do-do-do
You noodle-headed buffoon losers, what up?
[Chorus: REMI]
Uh, and turn the lights on
And someone tell these di*kheads the fight's on
Uh, uh, and I'm Tyson
Circa '88, yeah right, son
Uh, and turn the lights on
And someone tell these di*kheads the fight's on
Uh, uh, and I'm Tyson
Circa '88, yeah right, son
[Verse 3: REMI]
Look, Mum, we did it, we went and lifted it up
Sensible J and Dutch raising it up
Fire on the track, numero one, ah-ha, look
Let's sum it up by sunning
They come on, they c*m on their girls
I'm running amok, if you're dumb enough go ahead and say so
I'm a track murderer, I'll leave you day done
No way I'm weaving, leaves it disbelieving
It keeps their footing uneven
I see 'em see went up for my heaving, that's life, son
When you're [?] like Tyson
Nah, f*ckk summing it up, this is priceless
This sh*t could straighten an icehead
Don't make quite sparks flips, I mean it's that wild, man
It belongs in the X-Files, man
And I'm hot like Thailand, jaws like bison
Yeah, and if I buy Stan Lee like Tyson's right fist
And you're dead and I'm done, this was a cinch for me
Sensible J and Dutch, yeah, they did the beat
I guess we did it again, I guess we killed it again