The Trial Songtext
von Ghostface Killah
The Trial Songtext
Ayo, ayo, slide Ray that reefer, while I put together this phrase
(Ghost, what up?)
Yo, pour the Francesca, son (yeah)
Stop playin′, man, for real, man (all day)
Tell you somethin', man, word up, man
Order in the court, there will be no fooly wanging in my courtroom
Tony Starks, Raekwon, are you ready to start trial?
During trial, lost my jewelry box
My co-defendant blew trial, got the jury rocked
Face of spades in the joint, that′s why he really hot
Drawin' pictures in the courtroom like, "Yeah, he got me, I know he got me"
Sketch artist, put down this pen and look at the God
The DA with his DNA was all in the scarf
Exhibit A, the last gun they found that was marked
Traced back from Panama (the old man on his farm)
The courts were silent, all evidence was presented
Gave him a minute, think he might lighten his sentence
You fake Viking, heard you like fightin' with weapons
You like gat and ′em, from Queens, take a life in a second
I know your projects, dirty needles, diapers and them large vestses
Eight-year-old boy on dope, you need a hard sentence
I could get you 40, 80 to the extreme
My lawyer leaned over, said, "Don′t worry 'bout a thing"
Order in the court, order in the court
Order, order
Counsel, are you prepared to approach the bench?
Are you ready to state your case?
Order, order (always on that shit)
Counsel, if you cannot control your client
I will find them in contempt
I′m tired of this shit
Listen, well, our defense team believe the evidence is not permissible
And should be considered a mistrial, just off of principle
Due to the fact, there's no audio and no visuals
And the informant you have is a career criminal
Objection, your honor (objection overruled, you may proceed)
′Cause it was Mr. Sanchez that got caught with the 30 P's
An arresting officer is being tried in his own trial
For murderin′ a teen that he racially profiled
Yo, yo, yo, tell 'em 'bout that shit that went down on Staten Isle
Not to mention, he molested a child, now that′s foul
With all eyes on Mr. Starks as he waits for his plea
The courtroom got quiet as the stenographer reads
This is a case of major players and brick layers
Man up in baggage claim approachin′ the conveyor
Narcotic sniffin' dogs, they checked his luggage
The transporter under pressure and losin′ his courage
Three customs agents, they took him in the back room
Now interrogated in the height of the crack boom
Inside the linin' of his luggage was white powder
A red flag sounded off, a bell that rang louder
His phone was losin′ service, suspect gettin' nervous
He held his head down and said, "Lord, I don′t deserve this"
All they wanted was a name and his connect
His boss's safe house and locations that they could check
Then he began to sing like a caged bird
Whistlin' important details as he gave his word
Your honor, we have come to a conclusion
We, the jury, find the defendants, Tony Starks
And Shalott Raekwon, not guilty
On all charges
(Ghost, what up?)
Yo, pour the Francesca, son (yeah)
Stop playin′, man, for real, man (all day)
Tell you somethin', man, word up, man
Order in the court, there will be no fooly wanging in my courtroom
Tony Starks, Raekwon, are you ready to start trial?
During trial, lost my jewelry box
My co-defendant blew trial, got the jury rocked
Face of spades in the joint, that′s why he really hot
Drawin' pictures in the courtroom like, "Yeah, he got me, I know he got me"
Sketch artist, put down this pen and look at the God
The DA with his DNA was all in the scarf
Exhibit A, the last gun they found that was marked
Traced back from Panama (the old man on his farm)
The courts were silent, all evidence was presented
Gave him a minute, think he might lighten his sentence
You fake Viking, heard you like fightin' with weapons
You like gat and ′em, from Queens, take a life in a second
I know your projects, dirty needles, diapers and them large vestses
Eight-year-old boy on dope, you need a hard sentence
I could get you 40, 80 to the extreme
My lawyer leaned over, said, "Don′t worry 'bout a thing"
Order in the court, order in the court
Order, order
Counsel, are you prepared to approach the bench?
Are you ready to state your case?
Order, order (always on that shit)
Counsel, if you cannot control your client
I will find them in contempt
I′m tired of this shit
Listen, well, our defense team believe the evidence is not permissible
And should be considered a mistrial, just off of principle
Due to the fact, there's no audio and no visuals
And the informant you have is a career criminal
Objection, your honor (objection overruled, you may proceed)
′Cause it was Mr. Sanchez that got caught with the 30 P's
An arresting officer is being tried in his own trial
For murderin′ a teen that he racially profiled
Yo, yo, yo, tell 'em 'bout that shit that went down on Staten Isle
Not to mention, he molested a child, now that′s foul
With all eyes on Mr. Starks as he waits for his plea
The courtroom got quiet as the stenographer reads
This is a case of major players and brick layers
Man up in baggage claim approachin′ the conveyor
Narcotic sniffin' dogs, they checked his luggage
The transporter under pressure and losin′ his courage
Three customs agents, they took him in the back room
Now interrogated in the height of the crack boom
Inside the linin' of his luggage was white powder
A red flag sounded off, a bell that rang louder
His phone was losin′ service, suspect gettin' nervous
He held his head down and said, "Lord, I don′t deserve this"
All they wanted was a name and his connect
His boss's safe house and locations that they could check
Then he began to sing like a caged bird
Whistlin' important details as he gave his word
Your honor, we have come to a conclusion
We, the jury, find the defendants, Tony Starks
And Shalott Raekwon, not guilty
On all charges
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