Investigative Reports Lyrics - Liquid Swords - Gza

Here we go, come on 

Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters 

Dime droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers Backstabbers, low blowers 

Illegal... cocaine 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 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 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 

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! 

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Crack patients, dime smokers 

Vial carriers, mocha tokers 

Burnt buildings, brothers building 

Save the children 

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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 to Spofford 

Rolling like Kaufman, and laid that ass 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 

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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 Muslims, 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 niggas down in Memphis Back in N-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 breath 

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... cocaine growers 

Starvation, profanity 

Anxiety, brothers trying me 

Gun slingers, dead ringers 

Investigative reports 

Investigative reports 

Investigative reports