Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Metropolis, artist - Wu-Syndicate. Date of issue: 19.04.1999
Song language: English
Metropolis |
| It all started with snortin up D |
| Breakin in apartments, rollin in stolen cars |
| Stickin dicks, trickin in strip bars |
| Fly niggas, whips tinted, switch it up, cop granted |
| Onslaught twisted, Bougard in the Clark, ripped sinned |
| Sudafed heads bent over when they sniffed it |
| Project song, birds tempted while the D’s skipped it |
| Now add it up, jungle younger days, my head is struck |
| From after buck, the Hollywood swingin in Eddie Bauer truck |
| Close cuts, devious Devastator hot tracks bang |
| Very marvelous hearts string, wobbly dart sting |
| Melody, plated in gold, but hold the legacy |
| Destiny, to the death of me, roll with Killa Bees |
| Metropolis ghetto politics, mob hits |
| Thug logic is hot, I can’t stop it |
| It’s easier to knob and hard to knock two |
| City lights, gettin busy like J. lockin who |
| Benevolent, shine florescent, produce novelist transcripts |
| The power surge cut the lights out, save all that shit for the fuckin birds |
| Murder is Texas, asserted to death, perverted the skets |
| You confer with nothin less, the quick death |
| Get the head gased, dead fast, ready rock, hand cock |
| I shit your whole cast and I ain’t dyin for friends |
| Onyx dense, instead of slugs, dunn, I’d rather drop jems |
| From fake thugs frontin, I’m not him |
| Since my life worth nothin, I’m not him don’t get it confused |
| I hold peace but got a short fuse, so watch your mouth dude |
| In ghost towns, no white sheets, dunn, nice |
| When on the mic piece, 3 points stance with metal cleets |
| I tackle the track, a battle cat |
| Leave the grade off the wall, mad mafia rap, cannibal impact |
| I rattle clicks and I ain’t havin shit, I’m emphatic wish |
| Strategic war tactics you lack, murder one element |
| It all floors from the source, abort the cause of this |
| Corporates you could take an add-on, puffin some? |
| Snake bite, venomous peak game with the swiftness |
| Crack vile smile, stuff my hand shakes, fuckin with grinches |
| Higher cake look, it’s easier with hooks |
| Pipes grillin mafia, but you shook with it sunnin who |
| My team spitted, niggas on some petty ass pleads |
| Stoppin for murder reps, I plnat my lice fan on the streets |
| Stretch, escapin death with every step, hold my own weight |
| Control fate, plus with sole mate, on some mistakes |
| And who bets on who bubble gates, my mental beyond moets and cristal |
| I’m poppin high burnin pistols and need no switch dials |
| Dealin with cats lustin for scraps, whippin hustle cracks |
| We block jostle, fuckin with rats, rollin out welcome mats |
| It’s hellbound, bustin my crown, seven point five |
| Known to get live, conquer new land, I will survive |