Wu-Syndicate
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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]