The Trial (Feat. Reek Da Villian & Pillz)

Ayo, ayo, slide Rae that reefer
While I put together this footage (yo dog, what up?)
Yo, call the Francescas, son (uh-huh, yeah)
Stop playing, man, for real, man (all day)
Tell you something, man word up, man
Order in the court
There will be no foully lang in my courtroom
Toney Starks, Raekwon, are you ready to start trial?

During trial, lost my jewelry box
My co-defendant blew trial, got the jury rocked
Facing spades in the joint of Swahili hot
Drawing pictures in the courtroom like he ain't got me
I know he got me
Sketch artist put down his pen and looked at the guard
The DA with his DNA was all on the scarf
Exhibit A, the last gun they found, it 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 the sentence
You fake viking, heard you like fighting with weapons
You like capping them, from Queens, take a life in a second
And I know your projects, dirty needles, diapers in them large vests
This eight-year-old boy on dope, you need a hard sentence
I could get you forty, eighty to the extreme
My lawyer leaned over, said, "Don't worry about a thing"

Order in the court, order in the court
Order, order
Counsel, are you prepared to approach the bench?
Or 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 (contempt)
I am tired of this shit

Listen
Well, our defense team believes 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 thirty ki's
An arresting officer is being tried in his own trial
For murdering a teen that he racially profiled
Yo, yo, yo, tell him 'bout that shit that went down on Staten Isl'
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 bricklayers
Men up in baggage claim approaching the conveyor
Narcotic sniffing dogs, they checked his luggage
A transporter under pressure and losing his courage
Three custom agents, they took him in the back room
Now interrogated in the height of the crack boom
Inside the lining of his luggage was white powder
A red flag sounded off a bell that rang louder
His phone was losing service, suspect getting nervous
He held his head down and said, Lord, I don't deserve this
All he wanted was a name and his connect
His boss, a safe house and locations that they could check
Then he began to sing like a caged bird
Whistling important details as he gave his word (word)

Your Honor, we have come to a conclusion
We the jury find the defendants
Toney Starks and Shallah Raekwon, not guilty on all charges