Investigative Reports Songtext
von GZA/Genius
Investigative Reports Songtext
Here we go, come on
"A battle-A battle was fought, in Brooklyn..."
"Hessian Soldiers killed 3,000 men (rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters)
Much of the fighting took place in (dime droppers, 25-to-lifers)
What is now Prospect Park in Green-Wood Cemetery (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
Gun slingers, dead ringers
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!
"The battle of Brooklyn depicted was the bloodiest (crack patients, dime smokers)
Clash of the American revolution, soldiers killed (vial carriers, mocha tokers)
3,000 men, much of the fighting took place in what is now..." (burnt buildings, brothers buildin')
Save the children, investigative reports!
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 cipher 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 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
Crack patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers buildin'
Save the children, investigative reports!
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 labelled rap king
The corner emperor, the golden thieves play the benches
Rednecks be hangin' big niggas 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-ers, the bald headers milkin' Armarettas
Who fear none, crushin' all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we angrily shot arrows
You better keep your eye on the sparrow
Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers, 25-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low blowers
Illegal... cocaine growers
Starvation, profanity
Anxiety, brothers tryin′ me
Gun slingers, dead ringers
Investigative reports
Investigative reports
"Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges and lawyers (investigative reports)
Into high-level positions, to insure the continued success
Of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations"
"A battle-A battle was fought, in Brooklyn..."
"Hessian Soldiers killed 3,000 men (rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters)
Much of the fighting took place in (dime droppers, 25-to-lifers)
What is now Prospect Park in Green-Wood Cemetery (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
Gun slingers, dead ringers
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!
"The battle of Brooklyn depicted was the bloodiest (crack patients, dime smokers)
Clash of the American revolution, soldiers killed (vial carriers, mocha tokers)
3,000 men, much of the fighting took place in what is now..." (burnt buildings, brothers buildin')
Save the children, investigative reports!
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 cipher 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 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
Crack patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers buildin'
Save the children, investigative reports!
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 labelled rap king
The corner emperor, the golden thieves play the benches
Rednecks be hangin' big niggas 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-ers, the bald headers milkin' Armarettas
Who fear none, crushin' all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we angrily shot arrows
You better keep your eye on the sparrow
Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers, 25-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low blowers
Illegal... cocaine growers
Starvation, profanity
Anxiety, brothers tryin′ me
Gun slingers, dead ringers
Investigative reports
Investigative reports
"Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges and lawyers (investigative reports)
Into high-level positions, to insure the continued success
Of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations"
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