| 歌曲 | Everything is Possible |
| 歌手 | Remedy |
| 专辑 | Ethiopian Mountains |
| 作词 : Nemanja Kojic | |
| 作曲 : Igor Skoro/Ivan Petrovic | |
| Yeah. Yo. What's up, yo | |
| What's up You got that shit, right | |
| Yeah. I got it. Good let's go then. | |
| *police siren* Ah, **** | |
| Remedy | |
| Check your mirror, the scence couldn't get no clearer | |
| Exhaling you with intentions of nailing you | |
| They heard about canary rap sung through word of mouth | |
| Blow your engine out beyond regional doubt | |
| The stash house, next crash house | |
| The thirty six Z's for a brick in the smash house | |
| Sealing his pump jacks, release the pressure vac' | |
| Pressed the powder pack, craving gets that | |
| **** my hammer back, what the **** you looking at | |
| With your hat turned back, dipped down in black | |
| These twenty two CI's like you and me, street guys | |
| The eyes of the yellow man disguised in lies | |
| They got the okay to make buys, slaughter the flies | |
| On the rise, planning my dimise | |
| Lucky if you see the next day, never dawned on you | |
| Sun rise, open up your eyes, yo, they're on to you | |
| Hook: Remedy | |
| Sunlight shines on my steel, everything is real | |
| What I see, what I feel | |
| Face the fears, yo, what's the deal | |
| We must conceal, take a spin on life's wheel | |
| Remedy | |
| I'm on the lane with a package of raw 'cane | |
| And I'm waiting for a pick-up, carrying like stick-up | |
| Licking my lips out, fast flips, dips for action | |
| Cash rules, my only attraction | |
| My man selling point, v'fer grams off his beeper | |
| Let it be, come see me, I've got the same shit cheaper | |
| Check the spot, the whole shit's hot | |
| It's dead on the block cuz somebody talks a lot | |
| Yo, forget me not, two kids shot, in Huegenot | |
| Knew the plot, blew the spot, never forgot | |
| From South Beach to Springville in big body benzes | |
| Through New Dorp to the landfill and we're making no menzes | |
| Level four vests and zoom lenses | |
| The bully all high and them Shaolin Island kids profiling | |
| It take place, no discrimination of race | |
| What a waste for the spotlight just to get a taste | |
| Hook | |
| Remedy | |
| Maybe the kid you're running with's and informant | |
| He got a fat file with the DA that just lay dormant | |
| Inditments for quigles, convictions followed appeals | |
| And dismissals got you thundering, can't help but wondering | |
| The club scene, a hundred books of acid and who's on exstacy | |
| Who sniffs shit and who's right next to me | |
| Big John's on a cycle of steroids | |
| Him and his boys got behind, we've gotta go kill the noise | |
| Put my life in my man's, hitting speed | |
| On one fifty, one fifty-five, closing in on one sixty | |
| A pound a month habit, son, I can't stop smoking | |
| No joking, you never know, I'll probably die choking | |
| Smoking weed and leaves with Albanian thieves | |
| Together plotting up schemes that we all believe | |
| Mad tricks up the sleave and | |
| We know when you're coming and leaving | |
| And we gotta get even | |
| Sunlight shines on my steel, everything is real | |
| Pray and kneal, take a spin on life's wheel | |
| Hook |
| zuò cí : Nemanja Kojic | |
| zuò qǔ : Igor Skoro Ivan Petrovic | |
| Yeah. Yo. What' s up, yo | |
| What' s up You got that shit, right | |
| Yeah. I got it. Good let' s go then. | |
| police siren Ah, | |
| Remedy | |
| Check your mirror, the scence couldn' t get no clearer | |
| Exhaling you with intentions of nailing you | |
| They heard about canary rap sung through word of mouth | |
| Blow your engine out beyond regional doubt | |
| The stash house, next crash house | |
| The thirty six Z' s for a brick in the smash house | |
| Sealing his pump jacks, release the pressure vac' | |
| Pressed the powder pack, craving gets that | |
| my hammer back, what the you looking at | |
| With your hat turned back, dipped down in black | |
| These twenty two CI' s like you and me, street guys | |
| The eyes of the yellow man disguised in lies | |
| They got the okay to make buys, slaughter the flies | |
| On the rise, planning my dimise | |
| Lucky if you see the next day, never dawned on you | |
| Sun rise, open up your eyes, yo, they' re on to you | |
| Hook: Remedy | |
| Sunlight shines on my steel, everything is real | |
| What I see, what I feel | |
| Face the fears, yo, what' s the deal | |
| We must conceal, take a spin on life' s wheel | |
| Remedy | |
| I' m on the lane with a package of raw ' cane | |
| And I' m waiting for a pickup, carrying like stickup | |
| Licking my lips out, fast flips, dips for action | |
| Cash rules, my only attraction | |
| My man selling point, v' fer grams off his beeper | |
| Let it be, come see me, I' ve got the same shit cheaper | |
| Check the spot, the whole shit' s hot | |
| It' s dead on the block cuz somebody talks a lot | |
| Yo, forget me not, two kids shot, in Huegenot | |
| Knew the plot, blew the spot, never forgot | |
| From South Beach to Springville in big body benzes | |
| Through New Dorp to the landfill and we' re making no menzes | |
| Level four vests and zoom lenses | |
| The bully all high and them Shaolin Island kids profiling | |
| It take place, no discrimination of race | |
| What a waste for the spotlight just to get a taste | |
| Hook | |
| Remedy | |
| Maybe the kid you' re running with' s and informant | |
| He got a fat file with the DA that just lay dormant | |
| Inditments for quigles, convictions followed appeals | |
| And dismissals got you thundering, can' t help but wondering | |
| The club scene, a hundred books of acid and who' s on exstacy | |
| Who sniffs shit and who' s right next to me | |
| Big John' s on a cycle of steroids | |
| Him and his boys got behind, we' ve gotta go kill the noise | |
| Put my life in my man' s, hitting speed | |
| On one fifty, one fiftyfive, closing in on one sixty | |
| A pound a month habit, son, I can' t stop smoking | |
| No joking, you never know, I' ll probably die choking | |
| Smoking weed and leaves with Albanian thieves | |
| Together plotting up schemes that we all believe | |
| Mad tricks up the sleave and | |
| We know when you' re coming and leaving | |
| And we gotta get even | |
| Sunlight shines on my steel, everything is real | |
| Pray and kneal, take a spin on life' s wheel | |
| Hook |