Wings of Life Lyrics
| Song | Wings of Life |
| Artist | Wu-Syndicate |
| Album | Wu-Syndicate |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Chorus： | |
| 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 | |
| {joe mafia} | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| {myalansky} | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| {joe mafia} | |
| 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? | |
| {myalansky} | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| joe mafia | |
| 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 | |
| Wusyndici, philly i, vintage rap presented at the best sign | |
| From d. a. to world wide | |
| Chorus | |
| myalansky | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| joe mafia | |
| 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? | |
| myalansky | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| joe mafia | |
| 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 | |
| Wusyndici, philly i, vintage rap presented at the best sign | |
| From d. a. to world wide | |
| Chorus | |
| myalansky | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| joe mafia | |
| 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? | |
| myalansky | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus |
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