Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wings of Life , by - Wu-Syndicate. Release date: 19.04.1999
Song language: English
Wings of Life |
| Jump and scream for the wings of life |
| Truth indeed, proceed to achieve in life |
| Know what I mean? |
| Succed finer things in life |
| To the death coming through, believe the hype |
| We was kings and the queens your wife |
| The same king turned fiend and preced to trife |
| Get this dream, razor seed, intervine the heist |
| As we blood, jump and scream wings of life |
| It’s far beyond block don |
| Scavangers with firearms spittin intellect |
| Play your cards, we on the chess board |
| Bloatin and according lead fam to first fatigue work |
| Global network, kurupt thug with a blood thirst |
| City cats quick to adapt turn up the thermostat |
| Slot Time lock your front line get at me picture that |
| Scape raider horizons, enterprising amongst the livest |
| Cool inside in the lion’s den |
| Sharpness around the island, starving for fresh meat |
| Put away the bloody red beaf that started in the street |
| A harpoon, Actual life bullet’s is cartoon |
| Stay focused feed off my spoon, feed platoons |
| Full of drug lords, struggling bums, sons and slum lords |
| Die live and lies what for civilized a whole |
| Wu-Syndici, Philly I, vintage rap presented at the best sign |
| From D.A. |
| to world wide |
| Hot winds blow the Swarm, Killa Bees |
| Project sting for cream, corporate world abduct the enemy |
| For all the crime locked in the beast, receive the penalty |
| Penetentary rap for cats who won’t remember me |
| With needle mixed with raw got it locked, observe the chemistry |
| G Weathers, twenty million stop, you’ll feelin me? |
| Shorty Rock was young but observed well |
| Down at Miss Sarah’s spot, rest in peace boo, miss you though for real |
| Babylon, as time repeat, let’s do it once again |
| And cut you men who don’t give a fuck, and ask you what you said |
| Slap box old school Glocks, cop dem upside ya head |
| Spittin some, grabbing my crotch, layin the upper hand |
| Chest plate to chest plate, Syndicate way |
| Off the wall, look at tall Joe dynasty formed we swarming y’all |
| Sort of hype, never before performed with scorching mics |
| Subbord sights, niggas lose stripes, sometime it cost life |
| Jail cats, jiggy windpipe, niggas to snitch |
| Still locked behind a thirty foot fence, lustin to dirty bitch |
| I plan to stay free and stack chips |
| VA to Cali flights, shiste flicks flinging a price |
| Who playing shiste? |
| Spot rusher aim for the top, stop bluffing |
| Mob rap, no turning back, fucking with live cats |
| These are the those who live to give props |
| Not surprised when Killa Bees on every block |
| So televise this |