Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Weary Eyes , by - Wu-Syndicate. Release date: 19.04.1999
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Weary Eyes , by - Wu-Syndicate. Weary Eyes |
| I spark an L to a sunset meditatin |
| Ill thoughts got my heart racin, chest with a mason |
| Same blocks, ATF rush spots cats bubble humbly |
| I’m hungry, Killa Bee Trilogy triumphantly |
| Hammer head, dart allignment, work consignment |
| Keep your ears open for new assignments |
| Ride with the livest, frontline rhyme thats |
| Interchangeable |
| Mastermind, blaze in the range, it’s unexplainable |
| Against The Grain, crown prince of the purple rain |
| No games dunn, runnin the same, bickin the lane |
| Ice drain shoot the rest of the pain, I’m reckless |
| Coressing the flame, addressing the strange |
| It’s Wu-Tang |
| Chorus: |
| Close your weary eyes and drift away, It’s alright |
| Close your weary eyes and drift away, It’s alright |
| When I got the news, my heart dropped down to my dick |
| Timin was fucked up, right around the time we’d all be rich |
| New with tricks, we went through Wu-Syndicate, Wu ventelists |
| Cop a mansion on these other land where war’s parentless |
| Anyway, vision clear, Michaelangelo destined to blow |
| And a trio with Myalan' and Joe |
| I’m at your grave site, midnight ritual, candlelight |
| Heard she set you up with spite, she cop the ninja your bike |
| I’m having flashbacks of Henney, jetskis blasting semi’s together |
| We possessed the chemistry, make history eventually |
| The thought of goin to penitentiary |
| Made his mom break down at the wake mentally |
| Right now its chilly and cloudy days |
| Now I’m chillin with Shaq in LA |
| I make sure D, make a sake in princeway |
| Yo its war states bein breeded through the streets of V. A |
| Close your eyes mom your legacy will never fade away |
| Drift away. |
| Eh yo son your Jack ringin, «What up? |
| Who this?» |
| «Jakes just knocked your bitch», «Word, no shit» |
| Now my first thoughts is the feds had my phone tapped |
| Told her don’t talk in the Range with the bike rack |
| Jakes might be up on the whip |
| Oh she forgot to tuck the hero’n up under her tit |
| What if she asked about the ice that I put on her wrist? |
| I taught my chick Earth lessons, nah son she won’t snitch |
| Remember times I went to war and she brought extra clips |
| Jack sayin low cell, need to charge up the chip |
| Hit me back at the lab, gotta handle this quick |
| I roll with mob cats who bubble outlets |
| Legacy live 500 years like Vinnie’s nest |
| Evil scientist, now I manifest with golden flesh |
| Felony paragraphs, dead on polygraph, vision a bloodpath |
| Black guillotines, banded like King Luis the 16th |
| Before you blink, Napoleon, lock to your wife and tie her man |
| Executioner, poetic conspiracy of Lucifer |
| Beef come for real, there’s no tellin what I do to ya |
| Might wrap you in plastic, ship you off the Jupiter |
| Boys, I roll with Wu-Syndicate sharpshooters |
| Who smuggle coke in parachuters |
| Politic in silence like J Edgar Hoover |
| To leave to Switzerland, type maneuvers |
| Through the eyes of an everyday, street veteran |
| Chased for Presidents, throw up the hands, blood on my Timbs |
| Modern lights got your frame bent |
| Myalansky, fantasy, crash route, the certified member |
| Ask permission before you kill 'em, you’re nameless |
| UFO’s, domes, the strangest invasion |
| The project block locked by pavement |
| Nikki Barnes, Donna Her’on, courageous, the payment |
| Many attempts but couldn’t save 'im |
| Blood got my shirt stainin, fuck these pussy-ass rap cats |
| Can’t hang with this shit, Wu-Syndicate, we livin this |
| Fuck the judge, the president, never show no love for my residence |
| My niggas deal embezzlement |
| D’s and IV’s, unlimited CC’s, roll up your long sleeves |
| We in it to win it, Wu-Syndicate snatch penants |
| Label rap menace, real cats feel it, fuck with the merciless |
| Stash mills, the pack impact, we back slap cats to windmills |
| Fully loaded clips, crunch time, kings of VA |
| Bustin twin nines, we global pollyin |
| World renowned, thunder pound round |
| Shells bounce off the Wally moccasins |
| Chessboxin with a marksman, high states crossin |
| Fuck the law man, it’s arson, straight up arson |
| What? |
| Flamin y’all niggas, fuck that |
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