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Lucy Pearl - Weary Eyes lyrics
{{Joe Mafia}}
 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 is sonic
 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: {Sampled Singer}
 Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright
 Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright
 {{Napolean}}
 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, this is clear, Michaelangelo destined to blow
 And a trio with Myalan' and Joe M
 I'm at your gravesite, 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
 They thought we'd break the penititeniary
 Made his mom break down at the wake mentally
 Right now its chilly and cloudy days
 Man 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..
[Chorus]
 {{Myalansky}}
 Eh yo son your Jack ringin, "What up? Who this?"
 "Jakes just knocked your bitch", "Word up no shit"
 Now my first thoughts is the feds had my phone tapped
 Toted on talk in the Range with the pipe rack
 Chips might be up under the whip
 Oh shit forgot to toke the hero'n right under her chin
 What if she asked about the ice that I put on her wrist?
 Thought my chick Earth lesson, nah son she won't snitchLucy Pearl - Weary Eyes - http://motolyrics.com/lucy-pearl/weary-eyes-lyrics.html
 But times I went to war and she brought extra clips
 Jack said no cell, need to tal' up the chip
 Hit me back at the lab, gotta handle this quick
[Chorus x0.5]
 {{Napolean}}
 I roll with mob cats who bubble outlets
 Legacy live 500 years like Vinnie's nest
 Evil scientist, now I manifest with golden plaques
 Felony paragraphs, dead on polygraph, vision a bloodpath
 Black guillotines, banded like King Luis the 16th
 Before you blink, Napolean, 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
 {{Myalansky}}
 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 Bond, 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 niggaz deal embezzlement
 {{Joe Mafia}}
 D's and IV's, unlimited CC's, roll up your long sleeves
 We in it to win it, Wu-Syndicate snatch penants
 Label cats menace, work cats in, fuck with the mercelis
 Stash mills, the pack impact, we back slap cats to windmills
 Fully loaded clips, crunch time, kings of VA
 Bust twin nines, we go for pollyin
 World reknowned, thunder pound bound
 The shells bounce off the Wally moccasins
 You chessbox with a marksman, high states crossin
 Fuck the law man, it's arson, straight up arson
 What? Flamin y'all niggaz, fuck that
[Chorus to fade]








