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Remedy All The Lessons

All the lessons we gotta learn All the bridges we gotta burn...burn 'em All the lessons we gotta learn All the bridges we gotta burn...burn 'em All the lessons we gotta learn All

This is protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key, sissssiiiiieeeeeeeees!" "Huh!" [Brother J:] Abracadabra, Allah baby, professor, All hail Funkin' Lesson

I was ten years old on my grandpa's farm when it happened After all these years I can still hear Grandpa laughin' As he applied that barn yard remedy

her remedy Her back is strong and she far from a vagabond This is the back of the masters' whip used to crack upon Strong enough to take all the pain,

Serious, mysterious and curious You niggas acting like hoes, wearing eachother clothes Bragging about platinum, nigga that's white gold Fake niggas talk, and real niggas hush Fake niggas run, and real niggas bust Y'all

I got the hotness (Hotness, hotness, hotness) I got the hotness (Hotness) Baby, you can call me Anytime you want me Loving you is all I need Boy, we

worst enemy And naw, its not a cry for no sympathy I'm just thinkin' outloud, to a crowd-- I'm just tryna figure out some remedy Almost like every lesson

the table, there's a tapestry alphabet There's the moon and the tide and all the songs not written yet There's the moon and the tide and all the songs

were omnipotent The crowd was all feelin' it If a kid had skills on stage, yo, he'd reveal it But nowadays, mad MCs need lessons in stage presence Instead