Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Investigative Reports, artist - GZA. Album song Liquid Swords, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.11.1995
Record label: A Geffen Records Release;
Song language: English
Investigative Reports |
[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 Slope and Gowanas neighborhoods.] |
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 |
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 ki’s 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 |
with 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, sleek all my life |
Word up! |
[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 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-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 Spofford |
Rollin like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet |
Stop the stutterin boy, save the planes 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 gallon |
[Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges… |
…into high-level positions, to insure the continued |
success of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations] |
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 way of 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 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 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 baldheaders, 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! |
[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.] |