GZA - Investigative Reports lyrics

Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters Dime droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers Backstabbers, low blowers Illegal c**aine growers Starvation, profanity Anxiety, brothers trying 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 thinking, plus I'm an*lyzing 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 n***as locked all out Change for better, that be my only vendetta With life, feed your seed right, he's breathing indeed right Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable gats Never get jacked, see ya then move black Paradise trife, plush with much ice Getting nice, laying back, sleep all my life Word up! Crack patients, dime smokers Vial carriers, mocha tokers Burnt buildings, brothers building Save the children, investigative reports! Calling all cars, calling all cars! Ghetto Psychos, armed and dangerous, leaving 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 Rolling like Kaufman, and laid that a** out like carpet Stop the stuttering 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 building Save the children, investigative reports! Yo, I grab the pen for revenge and let loose, see Like m**ms, standing on the block, rocking a kufi The hundred-dollar kick rocking kid's back for more Starting gold wars, with black Reeboks and Velours Jungle way of life, living villain Packed with visions, copywritten Throwing bread to pigeons, Christ has risen King Elegant, slang master, jack 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 n***as down in Memphis Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded nines Life is like Tarzan, swinging 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, milk and Armarettas Who fear none, crushing 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, Twenty-five-to-lifers Backstabbers, low blowers Illegal c**aine growers Starvation, profanity Anxiety, brothers trying me Gun slingers, dead ringers Investigative reports