Investigative Reports

<br>Intro/outro: u-god<br><br><br><br>[here we go, come on]<br><br>[a, a battle was fought, in brooklyn...]<br><br>[hessian soldiers killed 3,000 men; much of the fighting<br><br>Took place in what is now prospect park in greenwood cemetary,<br><br>As well as the park slope and gowanas neighborhoods.]<br><br>[this was the first battle, of america.]<br><br><br><br>Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters<br><br>Dime droppers, twenty-five-to-lifers<br><br>Backstabbers, low blowers<br><br>Illegal... cocaine growers<br><br>Starvation, profanity<br><br>Anxiety, brothers tryin me<br><br>Gun slingers, dead ringers<br><br><br><br>Verse one: raekwon the chef<br><br><br><br>Yo, my slangs out of this world<br><br>Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl<br><br>Way of life got me thinkin, plus Im analyzing young<br><br>Youths on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes<br><br>Roll together, tropical trees puff, whatever<br><br>Yo, we could go run up on kids for leathers<br><br>What drug? faculties bubble keys for gs<br><br>Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks guayanese<br><br>Word up, hold your head before you fall out<br><br>The morgue route, the devil want that<br><br>Lets get my niggaz locked all out<br><br>Change for better, that be my only vendetta<br><br>In life, feed your seed right, its breathin indeed right<br><br>Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable gats<br><br>Never get jacked, see ya then move, black<br><br>Paradise trife, plush with much ice<br><br>Gettin nice, layin back, sleep all my life<br><br>Word up!<br><br><br><br>Chorus: u-god<br><br><br><br>[the battle of brooklyn depicted was the bloodiest<br><br>Clash of the american revolution. soldiers killed<br><br>3,000 men, much of the fighting took place in what is now...]<br><br><br><br>Crack patients, dime smokers<br><br>Vial carriers, mocha tokers<br><br>Burnt buildings, brothers building<br><br>Save yo children, investigative reports!<br><br><br><br>Verse two: gza<br><br><br><br>Callin all cars, callin all cars! ghetto<br><br>Psychos, armed and dangerous, leavin mad scars on those<br><br>Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they blast the spot<br><br>Victims took off like astronauts<br><br>Get with this, even your best cant<br><br>Come on down, youre the next contestant!<br><br>Get your pockets dug from all your chemical bank-ins<br><br>Caught him at the red light - on putnam avenue and franklin<br><br>They used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper<br><br>Than your average jfk sniper<br><br>He just came home to spark it<br><br>Rolling like kaufman, and lay that ass out like carpet<br><br>Stop the stuttering boy, save the planes for the five-oh<br><br>Then praise the God - chk-a-chk pow!<br><br>They be lick shots and premeditate to grab...<br><br>...and then they jet back to the lab<br><br>And then remain in shaolin<br><br>An endangered island<br><br>Shorties lose blood by the gallon<br><br><br><br>Chorus<br><br><br><br>[have integrate a number of corrupt cops, judges...<br><br>...into high-level positions, to insure the continued<br><br>Success of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations]<br><br><br><br>Verse three: ghost face killer<br><br><br><br>Yo, I grab the pen for revenge and let loose, see<br><br>Like muslims, standing on the block, rocking a khufi<br><br>The hundred-dollar kick rockin kids back for more<br><br>Startin gold wars, with black reeboks and velours<br><br>Jungle royal life, livin villain<br><br>Packed with visions, copywritten<br><br>Throwin bread to pigeons, christ has risen, king elegant<br><br>Slang-master jackets, expensive noodle hats<br><br>In sixty-nine, old times was time that brothers shot craps<br><br>The baggy blue guess jeans, pull strings off of callin springs<br><br>Im locked in the thing, rocky ring labelled rap king<br><br>The corner emperor - the golden thieves play the benches<br><br>Rednecks be hanging big niggaz down in memphis<br><br>Back in now-y, hit the bulls eye with loaded nines<br><br>Life is like tarzan, swingin from a thin vine<br><br>Shatter dreams, then mirrors dont need a press spirals<br><br>Aim at the white shadows with big barrels<br><br>Of moet-ahs, the bald headers, milk and amarett-ahs<br><br>Who fear none, question all personal vendettas, yo<br><br>They use guns, while we angrily shot arrows<br><br>You better keep your eye on the sparrow!<br><br><br><br>Intro/outro<br><br><br><br>[have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges and lawyers<br><br>Into high-level positions -- to insure the continued success<br><br>Of the drug smuggling and money laundering opertaions.]