Investigative Reports

GZA & U-God & Raekwon & Ghostface Killah - Rap, Conscious Rap
Investigative Reports
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[Intro: GZA & U-God] Here we go, come on A battle was fought in Brooklyn Hessian Soldiers killed three thousand men Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters Much of the fighting took place in what is now Prospect Park in Green-Wood Cemetery Dime droppers, twenty-five-to-lifers Backstabbers, low blowers As well as the Park Slope and Gowanus neighborhoods Illegal cocaine growers This was the first battle of America Starvation, profanity Anxiety, brothers tryin' me Gunslingers, dead ringers [Verse 1: Raekwon] 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 keys for G's Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks, Guyanese Word up, hold your head before you fall out the morgue route The devil want that, let's get my niggas locked all out Change for better, that be my only vendetta When 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, speak on my life, word up [Chorus: U-God] Crack patients, dime smokers (Rest has more) The battle of Brooklyn depicted was the bloodiest clash of the American Revolution Vial carriers, mocha tokers Burnt buildings, brothers buildin' Soldiers killed three thousand men Save the children, investigative reports Much of the fighting took place in what is now Brooklyn [Verse 2: 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 ends Caught him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and Franklin They used to heat up the cypher with a shot that was hyper Than your average JFK sniper He just came home from Spofford Rollin' like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet Stop the stutterin', boy, save complaints for the 5-0 Then praise the God, chick-a-chick, 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 [Chorus: U-God] Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges Crack patients, dime smokers Vial carriers, mocha tokers Into high-level positions Burnt buildings, brothers buildin' To ensure the continued success of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations Save the children, investigative reports [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo, I grab the pen for revenge and let loose, see Like Muslims standin' on the block, rockin' a kufi The hundred-dollar kick rockin' kid's back for more Startin' gun 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, jack expensive noodle hats In '69, 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 labeled rap king The corner emperor, there go the D's, play the benches Rednecks be hangin' big niggas down in Memphis Back in Now-Y, hit the bullseye with loaded 9s Life is like Tarzan, swingin' from a thin vine Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need to press spirals Aim at the white shadows with big barrels Of Moët-ers, the bald headers milkin' Armarettos Who fear none, crushin' all personal vendettas, yo They use guns while we angrily shot arrows You better keep your eye on the sparrow [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 Gunslingers, dead ringers Investigative reports Investigative reports Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges, and lawyers Investigative reports Into high-level positions To ensure the continued success of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations
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Credits
- Writers
- Ghostface Killah
- Raekwon
- U-God
- RZA
- GZA