Wu-syndicate - Wings Of Life Lyrics
Chorus:Jump and scream for the wings of lifeTruth indeed, proceed to achieve in lifeKnow what I mean?Succed finer things in lifeTo the death coming through, believe the hypeWe was kings and the queens your wifeThe same king turned fiend and preced to trifeGet this dream, razor seed, intervine the heistAs we blood, jump and scream wings of life{joe mafia}Its far beyond block donScavangers with firearms spittin intellectPlay your cards, we on the chess boardBloatin and according lead fam to first fatigue workGlobal network, kurupt thug with a blood thirstCity cats quick to adapt turn up the thermostatSlot time lock your front line get at me picture thatScape raider horizons, enterprising amongst the livestCool inside in the lions denSharpness around the island, starving for fresh meatPut away the bloody red beaf that started in the streetA harpoon, actual life bullets is cartoonStay focused feed off my spoon, feed platoonsFull of drug lords, struggling bums, sons and slum lordsDie live and lies what for civilized a wholeWu-syndici, philly i, vintage rap presented at the best signFrom d.a. to world wideChorus{myalansky}Hot winds blow the swarm, killa beesProject sting for cream, corporate world abduct the enemyFor all the crime locked in the beast, receive the penaltyPenetentary rap for cats who wont remember meWith needle mixed with raw got it locked, observe the chemistryG weathers, twenty million stop, youll feelin me?Shorty rock was young but observed wellDown at miss sarahs spot, rest in peace boo, miss you though for realBabylon, as time repeat, lets do it once againAnd cut you men who dont give a *****, and ask you what you saidSlap box old school glocks, cop dem upside ya headSpittin some, grabbing my crotch, layin the upper handChorus{joe mafia}Chest plate to chest plate, syndicate wayOff the wall, look at tall joe dynasty formed we swarming yallSort of hype, never before performed with scorching micsSubbord sights, niggas lose stripes, sometime it cost lifeJail cats, jiggy windpipe, niggas to snitchStill locked behind a thirty foot fence, lustin to dirty *****I plan to stay free and stack chipsVa to cali flights, shiste flicks flinging a priceWho playing shiste?{myalansky}Spot rusher aim for the top, stop bluffingMob rap, no turning back, *****ing with live catsThese are the those who live to give propsNot surprised when killa bees on every blockSo televise thisChorus
