Wu-syndicate - Pointin' Fingers Lyrics
[joe mafia]My mic sabre track-slashin, rhythmatic navigatorQuasar dart flamin, mediterranianCatastrophic with the block logic mafia catManeuv swift, o.g. got some projectsGot the raw deal on the war fieldSixty trillion ton guns on timin of your shieldWe on it like angry hornet-types on your perimeterSinister, car crash impact invehicularCrime syndicate just aserted this raw dosageBlow your mind focus, mastermind links in 3 voltageLove is love amongst us, you cause passReceive penalties unjust is how my team rushMagnetic attracts stacks, repels cosmeticCats would jack shorty watch, mimicAnacondas die spottin bombers thats sky highFully traumatized, wonderin why, why[chorus: myalansky]Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no need for namesWe dont point fingers, title you claimGo here, start swingin, leave, die stinginStop the mirage, get scarred dreaminNow that he gone, driven his mom screamin[myalansky]Just a seven from this rap doses, cats is bogusKeep your eyes open, shakin the dice, stay alive, focusMyalansky cold as ice, dont lose your lifeCity red, sheist, bubble all night, lower the priceI improved, dock and move units, fiends who shootedYounger cats tooted, faggot you blew itGive me the gat, do himDime art rap, perhaps lungs collapse, let me back trackSlapped for talkin, snitchin, get clapped atProjects, actual facts, slingin some crackWell come back, pure garbage, yo, you dumb, black?Blow his *****in head off joe, call napoleanThe only man, wu-syndicate, what? rollin inBring me modern chokes to the *****tail colombian, hungry menSniper from your rooftop, right, aimin for uncle benFeathers and brims, leathers and timbsJean paul gaulthier wear, *****es let it begin[chorus][joe mafia]Saint valentino, bino, ghetto tarentinoConceal weapons, brought adolecence, insert to your project fabulosoHoldin a stolen tre-ocho, maneuver thru old foesWho old? fold the ***** in choke holdPropositions, ***** ass kickin, its math, listenMad figures, courted, extorted, auto craft, switch itGet it right, shifty and shiest, city insiteIm busy trife, hiddin flights, premeditated heistMore fiend fiend lusted cream, busted the precusionsMy ears ring, never seen, before cats were lovin steenMother tote, it aint what you got, its what you knowSupreme schemes, trustin hoes, safe but large cargosGet remmy bent, probably my posse be holdin heavy shitSyndicate, benevolent flinch, who blocks split the sound of trumpetsInside the mercury, temperature thirty degreesD.a. and the v.a., the worensy, dunn[chorus][myalansky]Lame hands, front the trophy, he dont deserve thatHerb frontin hard with the gat, screamin he splurged thatMost of these cats frontin, look gorilla poke taxRunnin, look, tote, spit all up on waxMyalansky, projects, original concept, take the wrong stepCaught in the zone for those who life frozeFrom poke-nose to venice beach, locked up in the streetHit rock, damn, I feel good, lay back, feel the breezeSlide like jet-skis, flee, smokin some nestlesStrees-free, test these three, napolean, joe mafia, my comradesSaigon, nam without the dome tag, have you whole block in infernoBut for the most of it, me unposted,Careful your throws, syndicate never foldSunshine, rhyme or crime, my team lock the showFrontline, deaf, dumb and blind, uncivilizedRecognize, yo, fake rap thugs[chorus]
