Weary Eyes

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Mafia] I spark an L to a sunset meditating Ill thoughts got my heart racing, chest with a Mason Sick plots, ATF rush spots cats bubble humbly I'm hungry, Killa Bee Trilogy triumphantly Hammer head, dart allignment, work consignments 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, running the same, bickin the lane Ice drain shoot the rest of the pain, I'm reckless Caressing the flame, addressing the strange, it's Wu-Tang [Chorus: Rick Roberts sample] Close your weary eyes and drift away It's alright Close your weary eyes and drift away It's alright [Verse 2: Napoleon] When I got the news, my heart dropped down to my dick Timing 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, vision clear as 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 going to penitentiary Made his mom break down at the wake mentally Right now its chilly and cloudy days Now I'm chilling 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: Rick Roberts sample] Close your weary eyes and drift away It's alright Close your weary eyes and drift away It's alright [Verse 3: Myalansky] Ayo son your Jack ringing, "What up? Who this?" "Jakes just knocked your bitch", "Word, no shit" Now my first thoughts is the feds had my phone tapped Told her don't talk in the Range with the bike rack Cameras 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 saying low cell, need to charge up the chip Hit me back at the lab, gotta handle this quick [Chorus: Rick Roberts sample] Close your weary eyes and drift away It's alright [Verse 4: Napoleon] 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, Napoleon, lock to your wife and tie her man Executioner, poetic conspiracy of Lucifer Beef come for real, there's no telling 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 [Verse 5: 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 Barnes, 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 living this Fuck the judge, the president, never show no love for my residence My niggas deal embezzlement [Verse 6: 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, fuck with the merciless Stash mills, the pack impact, we back slap cats to windmills Fully loaded clips, crunch time, kings of VA Busting twin nines, we global pollying World renowned, thunder pound round Shells bounce off the Wally moccasins Chessboxin with a marksman, high states crossing Fuck the law man, it's arson, straight up arson What? Flamingy'all niggas, fuck that [Chorus: Rick Roberts sample] Close your weary eyes and drift away It's alright Close your weary eyes and drift away It's alright Close your weary eyes and drift away It's alright