Pointin' Fingers Lyrics - Singles - Wu-syndicate

My mic sabre track-slashin', rhythmatic navigator 

Quasar dart flamin', Mediterranean 

Catastrophic with the block logic mafia cat 

Maneuv' swift, O.G. got some projects 

Got the raw deal on the war field 

Sixty trillion ton guns on timin' of your shield 

We on it like angry hornet-types on your perimeter 

Sinister, car crash impact in vehicular 

Crime Syndicate just asserted this raw dosage 

Blow your mind focus, mastermind links in 3 voltages 

Love is love amongst us, you cause pass 

Receive penalties unjust is how my team rush 

Magnetic attracts stacks, repels cosmetic 

Cats would jack shorty watch, mimic 

Anacondas die spottin' bombers that's sky high 

Fully traumatized, wonderin' why, why 

Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no need for names 

We don't point fingers, title you claim 

Go here, start swingin', leave, die stingin' 

Stop the mirage, get scarred dreamin' 

Now that he gone, driven his mom screamin' 

Just a seven from this rap doses, cats is bogus 

Keep your eyes open, shakin' the dice, stay alive, focus 

Myalansky cold as ice, don't lose your life 

City red, shiest bubble all night, lower the price 

I improved, dock and move units, fiends who shooted 

Younger cats tooted, faggot you blew it, give me the gat, do him 

Dime art rap, perhaps lungs collapse, let me back track 

Slapped for talkin', snitchin', get clapped at 

Projects, actual facts, slingin' some crack 

We'll come back, pure garbage, yo, you dumb, black? 

Blow his fuckin' head off Joe, call Napolean 

The only man, Wu-Syndicate, what? Rollin' in 

Bring me modern chokes to the cocktail Colombian, hungry men 

Sniper from your rooftop, right, aimin' for Uncle Ben 

Feathers and brims, leathers and Timbs 

Jean Paul Gaulthier wear, bitches let it begin 

Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no need for names 

We don't point fingers, title you claim 

Go here, start swingin', leave, die stingin' 

Stop the mirage, get scarred dreamin' 

Now that he gone, driven his mom screamin' 

Saint Valentino, 'bino, ghetto Tarentino 

Conceal weapons, brought adolescence, insert to your project fabuloso 

Holdin' a stolen tre-ocho, maneuver thru old foes 

Who old? Fold the bitch in choke hold 

Propositions, fuck ass kickin', it's Math', listen 

Mad figures, courted, extorted, auto craft, switch it 

Get it right, shifty and shiest, city insite 

I'm busy trife, hiddin' flights, premeditated heist 

More fiend fiend lusted CREAM, busted the precusions 

My ears ring, never seen, before cats were lovin' 'steen 

Mother tote, it ain't what you got, it's what you know 

Supreme schemes, trustin' hoes, safe but large cargos 

Get Remy bent, probably my posse be holdin' heavy shit 

Syndicate, benevolent flinch, who blocks split the sound of trumpets 

Inside the mercury, temperature thirty degrees 

D.A. and the V.A., the worensy, dunn 

Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no need for names 

We don't point fingers, title you claim 

Go here, start swingin', leave, die stingin' 

Stop the mirage, get scarred dreamin' 

Now that he gone, driven his mom screamin' 

Lame hands, front the trophy, he don't deserve that 

Herb frontin' hard with the gat, screamin' he splurged that 

Most of these cats frontin', look gorilla poke tax 

Runnin', look, tote, spit all up on wax 

Myalansky, projects, original concept, take the wrong step 

Caught in the zone for those who life froze 

From poke nose to Venice Beach, locked up in the street 

Hit rock, damn, I feel good, lay back, feel the breeze 

Slide like jet-ski's, flee, smokin' some nestles 

Strees-free, test these three, Napolean, Joe Mafia, my comrades 

Saigon, 'nam without the dome tag, have you whole block in inferno 

But for the most of it, me unposted 

Careful your throws, Syndicate never fold 

Sunshine, rhyme or crime, my team lock the show 

Frontline, deaf, dumb and blind, uncivilized 

Recognize, yo, fake rap thugs 

Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no need for names 

We don't point fingers, title you claim 

Go here, start swingin', leave, die stingin' 

Stop the mirage, get scarred dreamin' 

Now that he gone, driven his mom screamin'