Investigative Reports - Intellectual

[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]