The Trial

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