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Intro/Outro: U-God


[here we go, come on]

[A, A battle was fought, in Brooklyn...]

[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 sloping through low-income neighborhoods.]

[This was the first battle, of America.]


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


Verse One: Raekwon the Chef


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 analyzing 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 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

in life, feed your seed right, it'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, sleep all my life

Word up!


Chorus: U-God


[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 building

Save yo' children, investigative reports!


Verse Two: 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-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 spark it

Rolling like Kaufman, and lay that ass out like carpet

Stop the stuttering boy, save the planes for the five-oh

Then praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!

They be lick shots and premeditate to grab...

...and then they jet back to the lab

And then remain in Shaolin

An endangered island

Shorties lose blood by the gallon


Chorus


[Have integrate a number of corrupt cops, judges...

...into high-level positions, to insure the continued

success of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations]


Verse Three: Ghost Face Killer


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 royal 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 times was time that brothers shot craps

The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off of callin springs

I'm locked in the thing, 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 bald headers, 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!


Intro/Outro


[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.]