Текст песни The GeniusGZA, U-God, Raekwon, Ghostface - Liquid Swords
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[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.][Intro/Outro: U-God]Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimestersDime droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifersBackstabbers, low blowersIllegal... cocaine growersStarvation, profanityAnxiety, brothers tryin meGun slingers, dead ringers[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]Yo, my slang`s out of this worldMix collaboration man, little man and his girlWay of life got me thinkin, plus I`m analyzin youngyouths on roofs, you know, three time felony brutesRoll together, tropical trees puff, whateverYo we could go run up on, kids for leathersWhat drug? Faculties bubble ki`s for G`sCream flow like seven seas, hit chicks GuayaneseWord up, hold your head before you fall outThe morgue route, the devil want thatLet`s get my niggaz locked all outChange for better, that be my only vendettawith life, feed your seed right, he`s breathin indeed rightChef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable gatsNever get jacked, see ya then move blackParadise trife, plush with much iceGettin nice, layin back, sleek all my lifeWord 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 smokersVial carriers, mocha tokersBurnt buildings, brothers buildinSave the children, investigative reports![Verse Two: GZA]Callin all cars, callin all cars! GhettoPsychos, armed and dangerous, leavin mad scars on thoseWho are found bound, gagged and shot when they blast the spotVictims took off like astronautsGet with this, even your best can`tcome on down, you`re the next contestant!Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank-insCaught him at the red light - on Putnam Avenue and FranklinThey used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyperthan your average JFK sniperHe just came home to SpoffordRollin like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpetStop the stutterin boy, save the planes for the five-ohThen praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!They release shots and premeditate to grab......and then they jet back to the labAnd then remain in Shaolin, an endangered islandWhere 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, seeLike Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a khufiThe hundred-dollar kick rockin kid`s back for morestartin gold wars, with black Reeboks and VeloursJungle way of life, livin villainPacked with visions, copywrittenThrowin bread to pigeons, Christ has risen, King ElegantSlang-Master jackets, expensive noodle hatsIn sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers shot crapsThe baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm SpringsI`m locked in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap kingThe corner emperor - the golden thieves play the benchesRednecks be hanging big niggaz down in MemphisBack in Now-Y, hit the bull`s eye with loaded ninesLife is like Tarzan, swingin from a thin vineShatter dreams, then mirrors don`t need a press spiralsAim at the white shadows with big barrelsof Moet-ahs, the baldheaders, milk and Amarett-ahswho fear none, question all personal vendettas, yoThey use guns, while we angrily shot arrowsYou better keep your eye on the sparrow![Intro/Outro]