Lời bài hát: Genius. Investigative Reports.

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 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 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

Crack patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers building
Save yo' 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 bankin's
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 chik-a-chik pow
They be lick shots and premeditate to grab
And then they eject back to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin an endangered island
Shorties lose blood by the gallon

Crack patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers building
Save yo' children, investigative reports

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, copy written
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 labeled rap king
The corner emperor the golden thieves play the benches
Rednecks be hanging big niggaz down in Memphis

Back in NY, 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 the bald headers, milk and Amaretts
Who fear none, question 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 tryin' me
Gun slingers, dead ringers

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