Investigative Reports

Gza

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    [here we go, come on]
    [A, A battle was fought, in Brooklyn...]
    [Hessian Soldiers killed 3,000 men; much of the fighting
    took place in what is now Prospect Park in Greenwood cemetary,
    as well as the Park Slope and Gowanas neighborhoods.]
    [This was the first battle, of America.]

    [Intro/Outro: U-God]
    Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters
    Dime droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
    Backstabbers, low blowers
    Illegal... cocaine growers
    Starvation, profanity
    Anxiety, brothers tryin me
    Gun slingers, dead ringers

    [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]
    Yo, my slang's out of this world
    Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl
    Way of life got me thinkin, plus I'm analyzin young
    youths on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes
    Roll together, tropical trees puff, whatever
    Yo we could go run up on, kids for leathers
    What drug? Faculties bubble ki's for G's
    Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guayanese
    Word up, hold your head before you fall out
    The morgue route, the devil want that
    Let's get my niggaz locked all out
    Change for better, that be my only vendetta
    with life, feed your seed right, he's breathin indeed right
    Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable gats
    Never get jacked, see ya then move black
    Paradise trife, plush with much ice
    Gettin nice, layin back, sleek all my life
    Word up!

    [The battle of Brooklyn depicted was the bloodiest
    clash of the American revolution. Soldiers killed
    3,000 men, much of the fighting took place in what is now...]

    [Chorus: U-God]
    Crack patients, dime smokers
    Vial carriers, mocha tokers
    Burnt buildings, brothers buildin
    Save the children, investigative reports!

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    [Verse Two: GZA]
    Callin all cars, callin all cars! Ghetto
    Psychos, armed and dangerous, leavin mad scars on those
    Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they blast the spot
    Victims took off like astronauts
    Get with this, even your best can't
    come on down, you're the next contestant!
    Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank-ins
    Caught him at the red light - on Putnam Avenue and Franklin
    They used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
    than your average JFK sniper
    He just came home to Spofford
    Rollin like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet
    Stop the stutterin boy, save complaints for the five-oh
    Then praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!
    They release shots and premeditate to grab...
    ...and then they jet back to the lab
    And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
    Where shorties lose blood by the gallons

    [Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges...
    ...into high-level positions, to insure the continued
    success of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations]

    [Chorus: U-God]

    [Verse Three: Ghostface Killah]
    Yo, I grab the pen for revenge and let loose, see
    Like Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a khufi
    The hundred-dollar kick rockin kid's back for more
    startin gold wars, with black Reeboks and Velours
    Jungle way of life, livin villain
    Packed with visions, copywritten
    Throwin bread to pigeons, Christ has risen, King Elegant
    Slang-Master jackets, expensive noodle hats
    In sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers shot craps
    The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm Springs
    I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap king
    The corner emperor - the golden thieves play the benches
    Rednecks be hanging big niggaz down in Memphis
    Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded nines
    Life is like Tarzan, swingin from a thin vine
    Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a press spirals
    Aim at the white shadows with big barrels
    of Moet-ahs, the baldheaders, milk and Amarett-ahs
    who fear none, question all personal vendettas, yo
    They use guns, while we angrily shot arrows
    You better keep your eye on the sparrow!

    [Intro/Outro]

    [U-God]
    Investigative reports (x3)

    [Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges and lawyers
    into high-level positions -- to insure the continued success
    of the drug smuggling and money laundering opertaions.]

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    Composición: Diggs Rakeem, Corey Woods y Gza

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