Lyrics Wings on Your Back - Marco Polo, Ruste Juxx

Wings on Your Back

Ya know what I mean?
The whole team here — My nigga Flood
Feel me?
Petro on the buildin'
My name is Sean Price, and this my nigga Ruste Juxx, man
Seek and destroy
Get 'em
I be that — beat basher, rap terminator (On)
Heat blaster, rap verminator
Street saga illustrator, yeah I’m still a hater (Still a hater)
You still a perpetrator — Imitator (Bang!) (Look at you)
My wordplay is Chinese math, how I
Execute capital punishment on that ass (on that ass)
I’m doin' twenty features a month
You can call me underground if you want (Woo!)
I’m worldwide — Spain, Austria, Switzerland
I gets it in Italy, Germany, Helsinki — Finland (Goddamn!)
From Paris to Amsterdam
Fans rush the stands to harass the man
I’m out in Canada, all across the US and back (Woo!)
Puttin' that Killer Crown Heights on the map (on the map)
And I blessed any stage I ripped, caught bodies every place I flip
Y’all niggas see it
You see it, nigga
Worldwide, BootCamp, nigga
All over, passport states stamped out
Let’s go
Y’all want that raw shit?
Well I’mma give it to ya (give it to ya)
True story, I’mma spit it how I live it to ya (live it to ya)
I black out, wake up with bloody hands (What the fuck?)
Somebody must have fucked up my money plans (Uhuh)
I smoke a whole Zip to the face, before I even brush my teeth or wash my face
(I fuck with that)
Hop out the shower, still smellin' like Sour
D’s on the corner, on that «C» cipher power (Shiieet)
My guns go off — it’s like 'Nam!
(It's like 'Nam!)
Only react with rapid firearms (firearms)
So when the beef cook I’m servin' 'em well done
Eraser shit — fully loaded rail gun
T-K-O, the goddamn bell rung (Ding!)
My Queens bitch said it ain’t hard to tell — Done
I told her, roll another Dutch up (bitch)
She got the M1 tup get it fucked up!
Get it fucked up, nigga
Sean Price — I punch through school buses
You already know what time it is
Ruste Juxx' rain of destruction (destruction)
Over MP production, nasty, simply disgusting (Uhuh)
The track too sick, the rhyme so venomous
Slick Vic, The Ruler — Bow down in my eminence (eminence)
The King of the Crown (Crown)
See me on a bill you know I’m in the house bringin' it down (bringin' it down)
(Uhuh)
A thousand groupies on my meat rat
They love my New York swag
They said I’m bringin' that heat back (heat back)
I entrance the audience off top
With a oral demonstration of some real Hip-Hop (real hip hop)
First I lean (First I lean) — and then I rock (and then I rock)
Aim the bean (Aim the bean) — and then you shot (Bang!)
Dead on arrival
Yeah — I’m like Remi on the roof blowin' lead out the rifle
(Pang, pang!)
Threw that bitch back (back), cause his shit wack (wack)
Lay ya ass out flat, fuck a diss rap
Fuck all that diss rap shit, nigga
When I see you — wings on ya back
P!
Fuck outta here
Wings on ya back nigga, straight like that
(Oh shit they go…)
Wings on ya back — simple as that, like.
I ain’t even.
you know
Halo on ya head
You know what I mean