The Art Basel Songtext
von Remedy

Ghosts belong in the Art Basel
With two gadgets on they hip
Superman cave to hype deflate
My juicer threat, hi tech jubilee
African diamonds, it glows harder
From the heart of the cloud of provocative stones
Binoculars vision, adopters, miraculous Medusa′s
Whose statue cry for, this time is short, you can feel the hour

The search for your body is on
IPhone' signal pinging off the tower
Your corpse is found and I′d confirmed
By your dental records, his final seconds
Resected before they burn their naked
Fingers is missing, kill with conviction
Viewer discretion is advised through your television
In a hard grade, big mouth, murdered into my way


Ronald Reagen's ski mask killers from Zimbabwe
Never seen these type of machines with the squad spread
To seige, no, I killed, they popped your party
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Blue face by the stack, straps stubbed to my back
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
You know the suit is from the stap, put the square up on the map

I throw 16 shots to a dart for Tony Stark
The Remedies', empty clips to empty blocks
Niggas know, they send shots, bodies drop
If I run out of bullets, I′ma hit ′em with a car
I ain't worried about you goofies
I′m relaxing in the spa like a Dawn Cuban
Cigar in the bottle with the Don perion
I'm heavy on the suede and cherry cloth
Every single one of my boys thoughts came from a loss

I got an uncle that murdered like East New York
No, we can′t talk, girl, you eat pork
And before I stretch your pussy, bitch, I beat off
I carry my own course, they put the nail in my hand
I couldn't grab the mic, so I went Acapella for the fans
And I′m doctor of flows, endoscope
This one's a medical exam, your notes I diagnose


Said you is not sick, get off my dick
I ain't writing no scripts, bitch
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Blue face by the stack, strap stubbed to my back
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
You know the suit is from the stap, put the square up on the map
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Blue face by the stack, strap stubbed to my back
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
You know the suit is from stap, put the square up on the map