[Joe Mafia]
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My mic sabre track-slashin', rhythmatic navigator
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Quasar dart flamin', Mediterranian
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Catastrophic with the block logic mafia cat
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Maneuv' swift, O.G. got some projects
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Got the raw deal on the war field
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Sixty trillion ton guns on timin' of your shield
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We on it like angry hornet-types on your perimeter
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Sinister, car crash impact invehicular
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Crime Syndicate just aserted this raw dosage
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Blow your mind focus, mastermind links in 3 voltage
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Love is love amongst us, you cause pass
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Receive penalties unjust is how my team rush
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Magnetic attracts stacks, repels cosmetic
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Cats would jack shorty watch, mimic
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Anacondas die spottin' bombers that's sky high
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Fully traumatized, wonderin' why, why
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[Chorus: Myalansky]
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Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no need for names
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We don't point fingers, title you claim
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Go here, start swingin', leave, die stingin'
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Stop the mirage, get scarred dreamin'
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Now that he gone, driven his mom screamin'
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[Myalansky]
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Just a seven from this rap doses, cats is bogus
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Keep your eyes open, shakin' the dice, stay alive, focus
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Myalansky cold as ice, don't lose your life
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City red, sheist, bubble all night, lower the price
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I improved, dock and move units, fiends who shooted
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Younger cats tooted, faggot you blew it
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Give me the gat, do him
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Dime art rap, perhaps lungs collapse, let me back track
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Slapped for talkin', snitchin', get clapped at
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Projects, actual facts, slingin' some crack
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We'll come back, pure garbage, yo, you dumb, black?
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Blow his fuckin' head off Joe, call Napolean
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The only man, Wu-Syndicate, what? Rollin' in
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Bring me modern chokes to the cocktail Colombian, hungry men
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Sniper from your rooftop, right, aimin' for Uncle Ben
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Feathers and brims, leathers and Timbs
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Jean Paul Gaulthier wear, bitches let it begin
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[Chorus]
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[Joe Mafia]
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Saint Valentino, 'bino, ghetto Tarentino
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Conceal weapons, brought adolecence, insert to your project fabuloso
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Holdin' a stolen tre-ocho, maneuver thru old foes
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Who old? Fold the bitch in choke hold
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Propositions, fuck ass kickin', it's Math', listen
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Mad figures, courted, extorted, auto craft, switch it
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Get it right, shifty and shiest, city insite
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I'm busy trife, hiddin' flights, premeditated heist
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More fiend fiend lusted CREAM, busted the precusions
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My ears ring, never seen, before cats were lovin' 'steen
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Mother tote, it ain't what you got, it's what you know
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Supreme schemes, trustin' hoes, safe but large cargos
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Get remmy bent, probably my posse be holdin' heavy shit
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Syndicate, benevolent flinch, who blocks split the sound of trumpets
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Inside the mercury, temperature thirty degrees
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D.A. and the V.A., the worensy, dunn
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[Chorus]
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[Myalansky]
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Lame hands, front the trophy, he don't deserve that
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Herb frontin' hard with the gat, screamin' he splurged that
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Most of these cats frontin', look gorilla poke tax
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Runnin', look, tote, spit all up on wax
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Myalansky, projects, original concept, take the wrong step
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Caught in the zone for those who life froze
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From Poke-nose to Venice Beach, locked up in the street
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Hit rock, damn, I feel good, lay back, feel the breeze
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Slide like jet-ski's, flee, smokin' some nestles
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Strees-free, test these three, Napolean, Joe Mafia, my comrades
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Saigon, 'nam without the dome tag, have you whole block in inferno
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But for the most of it, me unposted,
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careful your throws, Syndicate never fold
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Sunshine, rhyme or crime, my team lock the show
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Frontline, deaf, dumb and blind, uncivilized
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Recognize, yo, fake rap thugs
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[Chorus]
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Pointin' Fingers
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| Wu-Syndicate |
