Investigate Reports Songtext

Intro/Outro: U-God [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 sloping through low-income neighborhoods.] [This was the first battle, of America.] 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 analyzing 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 keys 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 in life, feed your seed right, it'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, sleep all my life Word up! Chorus: U-God [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...] Crack patients, dime smokers Vial carriers, mocha tokers Burnt buildings, brothers building Save yo' children, investigative reports! 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 spark it Rolling like Kaufman, and lay that ass out like carpet Stop the stuttering boy, save the planes for the five-oh Then praise the God - chk-a-chk POW! They be lick shots and premeditate to grab... ...and then they jet back to the lab And then remain in Shaolin An endangered island Shorties lose blood by the gallon Chorus [Have integrate a number of corrupt cops, judges... ...into high-level positions, to insure the continued success of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations] Verse Three: Ghost Face Killer 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 royal 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 times was time that brothers shot craps The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off of callin springs I'm locked in the thing, 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 bald headers, 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 [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.]