(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 Slope and Gowanas neighborhoods.) (This was the first battle, of America.)
[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 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 ki's 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 with 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, sleek all my life Word up!
(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...)
[Chorus: U-God] Crack patients, dime smokers Vial carriers, mocha tokers Burnt buildings, brothers buildin Save the 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 Spofford Rollin like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet Stop the stutterin boy, save the planes 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 gallon
(Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges... ...into high-level positions, to insure the continued success of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations)
[Chorus: U-God]
[Verse Three: Ghostface Killah] 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 way of 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 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 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 baldheaders, 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!
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