Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song State vs. Kirk Jones , by - Canibus. Release date: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
State vs. Kirk Jones |
| Yeah, State vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residing |
| Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in violence |
| Maximum sentence, life in jail’s what you’re facin' |
| Prosecution set it with your opening statement |
| Your honor, before we get started |
| I’d like to give my condolences to the family of the dearly departed |
| Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara |
| His two year old daughter T’yanna |
| And the baby’s mamma Sandra |
| He’s a murderer! |
| That animal killed my baby’s father! |
| Order in the court! |
| I’m sorry for the outburst, your honor |
| I have an original copy of the police report |
| January the 4th the day that Kirk Jones got caught |
| The forensic report states there was a gun in the car |
| And gunpowder residue on Mr. Jones' right arm |
| Baliff, could you, please, pass this report to Judge Battle? |
| Mr. Fitzpatrick, there’s a few questions I’d like to ask you |
| You said you was outside the store in Manhattan |
| So could you, please, tell this court, what you saw happened |
| Yeah, he killed Tyrone, I saw everything |
| The argument, how son drawed, hose and everything |
| The worst shit I saw in my life, I wanna testify |
| I swear before God it was Kirk Jones, no lie |
| Did you see that man in court today? |
| Do you think that you could point him out? |
| Yes, that’s him right there! |
| Are you sure? |
| Yeah, without a doubt |
| Same nigga that took my Pumas, but I ain’t hold no grudge |
| Remembered his foul ass when I saw the blood |
| You stated you had a run in with Kirk Jones before |
| In your opinion is he the type that would rob a jewelry store? |
| Your honor, objection! |
| His opinion should be stricken from the record! |
| Objection sustained, prosecution next question |
| I’d like to call my next eyewitness Mr. Paul Dejour |
| Paul, could tell us what happened inside the store? |
| Yeah, it was about 20 past, I saw the S class |
| Pull up in the reflection in the mirror in the store glass |
| And quicker, that you could say «Nigga, kiss my ass» |
| He hopped out of the passenger side wit a black ski mask |
| I saw somebody run up in the store and order us on the floor |
| Yo, I swore I was a goner for sure |
| He tried to snatch Tyrone’s bracelet |
| It just appraised to the twenty grand and Tyrone wouldn’t let him take it |
| Is that the moment when he shot him? |
| Yeah, man, that’s when he popped him |
| I was so scared I laid there, played possum |
| He started to blast this way, ‘til the gat was empty |
| He took the gun handle and broke the glass display |
| He emptied all of the trays and ran out the store |
| And I watched Tyrone bleed to death on the floor |
| I can’t remember no more, that’s all that I saw, ha-ha |
| Okay-okay, calm down |
| I have no further questions, your honor |
| Court is now in session, now gettin' back to business |
| Pat Haley for defense, please, call your first witness |
| Yeah, aight, your honor, I call up Henry Lace |
| He’s the witness that I’m cross examinin' for the case |
| Yeah, I testify, your honor, it was death by dishonor |
| It was a crime committed, I swear to you I know who did it |
| It happened so fast, I didn’t see alot of it |
| But I know for a fact he stuck a gun to his esophagus |
| Wait-wait-wait, objection, your honor, his statement’s preposterous |
| There was no weapons found, no sign of no hostages |
| Remember, Mr. Henry Lace, you under oath |
| You lyin in the stand to get him fryin' in the pan |
| Yeah, I know |
| Now, where was you the night you claim he shot Tyrone? |
| I was right there |
| You and holmes had beef before Kirk got home |
| Was you mad because he came home bangin' your chick? |
| Got your boys out the hood, now they slangin' and shit |
| What you talkin' ‘bout? |
| I know, you mad, that’s why you in court, turnin' on him |
| Kirk cold blooded killer wit no burner on him |
| Come on, you don’t believe he murdered Tyrone |
| I believe you wasn’t there, you just heard it by phone |
| Man, you crazy, man, I was right there |
| No, he wasn’t! |
| He’s lyin'! |
| Fuck you, you liar! |
| Yeah, right, where you witness at? |
| I read your rap sheet |
| Man, fuck that, he’s lyin,' he wasn’t even there, man! |
| Calm down, calm down, chill, chill, Kirk, Kirk |
| He killed Tyrone, man! |
| Fuck that! |
| No, I didn’t! |
| Man, he’s lyin,' man! |
| He’s lyin'! |
| Order in the court, now I’m warning you defense |
| Tell your client take it down, matter fact ‘proach the bench |
| Counsel in my chambers, so that we can situate |
| Let the jury be excused, so they can go deliberate |
| Yo, man, Mr. Haley, what kind of defense is this man? |
| What you doin,' man? |
| She gon' fuckin' hang me, man? |
| No! |
| Sh-she's got it in for me, I’m tellin' you, man! |
| You promised you’d get me off, man! |
| In the case of the State vs. Kirk Jones you heard it |
| Both sides testified and the jury reached a verdict: |
| Guilty all counts from theft to murder one |
| By the time you gettin' out, you gon' have a grandson |
| Huh? |
| Wha-wha-what? |
| Guilty?! |
| Fuck you, bitch, I’ll see you in hell, bitch! |
| Fuck that! |
| Fuck that! |
| Fuck, get off me! |
| What?! |
| Get him out of my courtroom! |
| Fuck you, Pat Haley! |
| Fuck the judge! |
| Fuck everybody! |
| Baliff, baliff, remove him from my courtroom |
| Fuck this shit! |
| I hope you all burn in hell! |
| You’re gonna die, bitch! |
| Fuck you! |
| You will spend the rest of your life in jail for this! |
| You will be held for |
| contempt of court, and anything else I can find that… |