WU-SYNDICATE - Wings of Life lyrics

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Jump and scream for the wings of life

Truth indeed, proceed to achieve in life

Know what I mean?

Succed finer things in life

To the death coming through, believe the hype

We was kings and the queens your wife

The same king turned fiend and preced to trife

Get this dream, razor seed, intervine the heist

As we blood, jump and scream wings of life

{Joe Mafia}

It's far beyond block don

Scavangers with firearms spittin intellect

Play your cards, we on the chess board

Bloatin and according lead fam to first fatigue work

Global network, kurupt thug with a blood thirst

City cats quick to adapt turn up the thermostat

Slot Time lock your front line get at me picture that

Scape raider horizons, enterprising amongst the livest

Cool inside in the lion's den

Sharpness around the island, starving for fresh meat

Put away the bloody red beaf that started in the street

A harpoon, Actual life bullet's is cartoon

Stay focused feed off my spoon, feed platoons

Full of drug lords, struggling bums, sons and slum lords

Die live and lies what for civilized a whole

Wu-Syndici, Philly I, vintage rap presented at the best sign

From D.A. to world wide

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{Myalansky}

Hot winds blow the Swarm, Killa Bees

Project sting for cream, corporate world abduct the enemy

For all the crime locked in the beast, receive the penalty

Penetentary rap for cats who won't remember me

With needle mixed with raw got it locked, observe the chemistry

G Weathers, twenty million stop, you'll feelin me?

Shorty Rock was young but observed well

Down at Miss Sarah's spot, rest in peace boo, miss you though for real

Babylon, as time repeat, let's do it once again

And cut you men who don't give a fuck, and ask you what you said

Slap box old school glocks, cop dem upside ya head

Spittin some, grabbing my crotch, layin the upper hand

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{Joe Mafia}

Chest plate to chest plate, Syndicate way

Off the wall, look at tall Joe dynasty formed we swarming y'all

Sort of hype, never before performed with scorching mics

Subbord sights, niggas lose stripes, sometime it cost life

Jail cats, jiggy windpipe, niggas to snitch

Still locked behind a thirty foot fence, lustin to dirty bitch

I plan to stay free and stack chips

VA to Cali flights, shiste flicks flinging a price

Who playing shiste?

{Myalansky}

Spot rusher aim for the top, stop bluffing

Mob rap, no turning back, fucking with live cats

These are the those who live to give props

Not surprised when Killa Bees on every block

So televise this

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