Nighthawks (Cage and Camu Tao), Tame One - The Trailor lyrics

Nighthawks! A twisted look into the minds
And careers of rogue under-covers
In the left arm of the law
In a world of death and corruption
A terrorist name Wulfgar brings the
City to it's knees
And the only hope for New York
Are a two PD gone bad
Deke DeSilva, and Matt Fox are nighthawks!

Let's feed 'em with death
Put heat to they chest
Vice squad'll make your life hard
Scheming for breath
10-80s make that shit shady
Make you stick babies
Make you swell up with magnums nigga
And hit ladies! You poppin' that shit dog
But that shit don't concern me
Because I smoke big weed
With the district attorney!
So you can see me in the club!
Hungry, bogard, cigars in my mouth
Ordering coke, from the coast guard, punk
Whatever shit you claim I
Hit you with pepper-spray
Word trips make you catch a case
So watch all that shit you say!
Don't make me split your face, we are armed!
I'm all are charm
When this bullshit's gone wrong!
It's like Above The Law
Steven Seagal easy to brawl
And it's all fun, easin' your bra
Easin' your bra! When it's all done
Meet Cage get beat with chains
Mu'll hit you with a lock show
You them streets is "Tame"

Cover New York Times says:
Nighthawks is riveting!
The Washington Post says:
Nighthawks is a bad cop thrill
Ride for the entire family
Entertainment Weekly states:
A flat-out masterpiece!
Smith & Wesson say they want their guns back!
The Daily News warns Steven Seagal watch out
Nighthawks will whoop that ass!

It's like I hate drug dealers but
I love to chase drugs
Police boots out, it's futile
You taste slugs!
42 shots, go into one civilian
32 cops die in two buildings
The Mark, I'm hearin it's for children!
Crime on the streets? It's me
9 on the seats? It's me
High off the leaf, with three
Dead hookers in the street!
Fuck catching terrorist
I'm smashin my therapist
Wife don't give a fuck she got
My drugged on Merril Lynch!
Feds break down, and they moved the H down
And shake down
These fat fucks got they hands
In my cake now!
Lookin for slices I'd rather hook the vices
To the engine block
Turn the key? then look it's priceless!
Trust, like my leg the first door it bust!
Precinct ain't whorin' us, put the word
Coroners!
This city is dead, I only pity the feds
Miles off the coast floatin'
Gettin' Caribbean head!

The Philadelphia Inquirer states:
There's no brotherly love in this one!
The LA times says:
Nighthawks makes Colors look like Disney land
And The Miami Herald raves:
DeSilva and Fox are the next best
Thing since our Crockett and Tubbs
The Tribunal says that if you
Like cops you won't anymore

Pitiful scum with power
Illegal searches by the hour
Forensics can't trace this gun powder
Execution style corpses, found on porches
Upstate tied with jump ropes and duct tape
I beat you with a phone book
Make you confess
You'll get burnt with cigarettes on the
Upper part of your chest
Raid without warrants and
Claim probable cause unstoppable laws
Prove that these bottles is yours
I have the right to remain violent
Protect and serve
Hit the evidence room for the
TECs and the herb
I'm on a renegade squad with
A code of not snitchin'
With off duty maneuvers
Cosigned by politicians
Billy club will hold city up after this
With authority to smash you
Riot act activists unaffected by petitions
The man in blue with the grammar too
Training Day plan part 2!

The Chicago Tribune thinks
Elliot Ness would've
Left the force for these boys!
The Boston Globe writes: Black and white cops
As partners? not in this town
The Detroit Free Press labels Fox
And DeSilva riot starters!
And the village boys? well
They just pissed on
The floor like a scared little puppy!