WU-SYNDICATE - Pointin' Fingers lyrics

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[Joe Mafia]

My mic sabre track-slashin', rhythmatic navigator

Quasar dart flamin', Mediterranian

Catastrophic with the block logic mafia cat

Maneuv' swift, O.G. got some projects

Got the raw deal on the war field

Sixty trillion ton guns on timin' of your shield

We on it like angry hornet-types on your perimeter

Sinister, car crash impact invehicular

Crime Syndicate just aserted this raw dosage

Blow your mind focus, mastermind links in 3 voltage

Love is love amongst us, you cause pass

Receive penalties unjust is how my team rush

Magnetic attracts stacks, repels cosmetic

Cats would jack shorty watch, mimic

Anacondas die spottin' bombers that's sky high

Fully traumatized, wonderin' why, why

[Chorus: Myalansky]

Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no need for names

We don't point fingers, title you claim

Go here, start swingin', leave, die stingin'

Stop the mirage, get scarred dreamin'

Now that he gone, driven his mom screamin'

[Myalansky]

Just a seven from this rap doses, cats is bogus

Keep your eyes open, shakin' the dice, stay alive, focus

Myalansky cold as ice, don't lose your life

City red, sheist, bubble all night, lower the price

I improved, dock and move units, fiends who shooted

Younger cats tooted, faggot you blew it

Give me the gat, do him

Dime art rap, perhaps lungs collapse, let me back track

Slapped for talkin', snitchin', get clapped at

Projects, actual facts, slingin' some crack

We'll come back, pure garbage, yo, you dumb, black?

Blow his fuckin' head off Joe, call Napolean

The only man, Wu-Syndicate, what? Rollin' in

Bring me modern chokes to the cocktail Colombian, hungry men

Sniper from your rooftop, right, aimin' for Uncle Ben

Feathers and brims, leathers and Timbs

Jean Paul Gaulthier wear, bitches let it begin

[Chorus]

[Joe Mafia]

Saint Valentino, 'bino, ghetto Tarentino

Conceal weapons, brought adolecence, insert to your project fabuloso

Holdin' a stolen tre-ocho, maneuver thru old foes

Who old? Fold the bitch in choke hold

Propositions, fuck ass kickin', it's Math', listen

Mad figures, courted, extorted, auto craft, switch it

Get it right, shifty and shiest, city insite

I'm busy trife, hiddin' flights, premeditated heist

More fiend fiend lusted CREAM, busted the precusions

My ears ring, never seen, before cats were lovin' 'steen

Mother tote, it ain't what you got, it's what you know

Supreme schemes, trustin' hoes, safe but large cargos

Get remmy bent, probably my posse be holdin' heavy shit

Syndicate, benevolent flinch, who blocks split the sound of trumpets

Inside the mercury, temperature thirty degrees

D.A. and the V.A., the worensy, dunn

[Chorus]

[Myalansky]

Lame hands, front the trophy, he don't deserve that

Herb frontin' hard with the gat, screamin' he splurged that

Most of these cats frontin', look gorilla poke tax

Runnin', look, tote, spit all up on wax

Myalansky, projects, original concept, take the wrong step

Caught in the zone for those who life froze

From Poke-nose to Venice Beach, locked up in the street

Hit rock, damn, I feel good, lay back, feel the breeze

Slide like jet-ski's, flee, smokin' some nestles

Strees-free, test these three, Napolean, Joe Mafia, my comrades

Saigon, 'nam without the dome tag, have you whole block in inferno

But for the most of it, me unposted,

careful your throws, Syndicate never fold

Sunshine, rhyme or crime, my team lock the show

Frontline, deaf, dumb and blind, uncivilized

Recognize, yo, fake rap thugs

[Chorus]