Napoleon (Wu-Syndicate) - 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, k**a Bee Trilogy triumphantly Hammer head, dart allignment, work consignment Keep your ears open for new a**ignments 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 {{Napoleon} } When I got the news, my heart dropped down to my dick Timin was f**ed 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.. [Hook] {{Myalansky} } Eh yo son your Jack ringin, "What up? Who this?" "Jakes just knocked your b**h", "Word, no sh**" 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 [Hook 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 flesh 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 k** '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, f** these p**y-a** rap cats Can't hang with this sh**, Wu-Syndicate, we livin this f** the judge, the president, never show no love for my residence My n***as 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 rap menace, real cats feel it, f** 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 f** the law man, it's arson, straight up arson What? Flamin y'all n***as, f** that [Hook to fade]