Weary Eyes Lyrics - Singles - Wu-syndicate

{{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 snitch 

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]