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Wings of Life

Исполнитель: Wu-Syndicate

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Chorus:<br>Jump and scream for the wings of life<br>Truth indeed, proceed to achieve in life<br>Know what I mean?<br>Succed finer things in life<br>To the death coming through, believe the hype<br>We was kings and the queens your wife<br>The same king turned fiend and preced to trife<br>Get this dream, razor seed, intervine the heist<br>As we blood, jump and scream wings of life<br><br>{Joe Mafia}<br>It`s far beyond block don<br>Scavangers with firearms spittin intellect<br>Play your cards, we on the chess board<br>Bloatin and according lead fam to first fatigue work<br>Global network, kurupt thug with a blood thirst<br>City cats quick to adapt turn up the thermostat<br>Slot Time lock your front line get at me picture that<br>Scape raider horizons, enterprising amongst the livest<br>Cool inside in the lion`s den<br>Sharpness around the island, starving for fresh meat<br>Put away the bloody red beaf that started in the street<br>A harpoon, Actual life bullet`s is cartoon<br>Stay focused feed off my spoon, feed platoons<br>Full of drug lords, struggling bums, sons and slum lords<br>Die live and lies what for civilized a whole<br>Wu-Syndici, Philly I, vintage rap presented at the best sign<br>From D.A. to world wide<br><br>Chorus<br><br>{Myalansky}<br>Hot winds blow the Swarm, Killa Bees<br>Project sting for cream, corporate world abduct the enemy<br>For all the crime locked in the beast, receive the penalty<br>Penetentary rap for cats who won`t remember me<br>With needle mixed with raw got it locked, observe the chemistry<br>G Weathers, twenty million stop, you`ll feelin me?<br>Shorty Rock was young but observed well<br>Down at Miss Sarah`s spot, rest in peace boo, miss you though for real<br>Babylon, as time repeat, let`s do it once again<br>And cut you men who don`t give a fuck, and ask you what you said<br>Slap box old school glocks, cop dem upside ya head<br>Spittin some, grabbing my crotch, layin the upper hand<br><br>Chorus<br><br>{Joe Mafia}<br>Chest plate to chest plate, Syndicate way<br>Off the wall, look at tall Joe dynasty formed we swarming y`all<br>Sort of hype, never before performed with scorching mics<br>Subbord sights, niggas lose stripes, sometime it cost life<br>Jail cats, jiggy windpipe, niggas to snitch<br>Still locked behind a thirty foot fence, lustin to dirty bitch<br>I plan to stay free and stack chips<br>VA to Cali flights, shiste flicks flinging a price<br>Who playing shiste?<br><br>{Myalansky}<br>Spot rusher aim for the top, stop bluffing<br>Mob rap, no turning back, fucking with live cats<br>These are the those who live to give props<br>Not surprised when Killa Bees on every block<br>So televise this<br><br>Chorus

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