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the wurxs - death from above lyrics

[intro]
w+u, w+u
the+the+wurxs, the wurxs, the wurxs starts right now
w+u, w+u

[verse: trons]
yo, it’s the w+u+r+x+s, what else could you expect?
acceptable in excess, got me cruising like i’m on an s.s
mental makes me less stressed, ain’t lost but let me express
dig me like i’m standing with an xs
my urkel be best dressed, [?] what had [?]
higher than an exit
office know a red head, expends meds like pez heads
steady tryna tuck my starter cap with the 3 x’s
pull up in that lexus, bet that p+ssy predestined
stairway up to heaven, s+x like urban zeppelin
spin her from the d+ck, my d+ck rockin stonehenge head
and she give the best head, from where my oldheads bred
yo, my n+gga tez left for the west and the dead prez
and that’s breth+ren, please bring us some bud back
trust that, every chapter son needed a dunce cap
blunt stupid dumb fat, plotting on a come back

[verse: gee moolah]
understand something, that you ain’t sayin nothin
n+ggas tryna explain some things that they ain’t been through
the problem is the game you claim has no credentials
so this product you displayin is m+st+rbating with mentals
just put down that pencil, find something else to get into
this game is raising n+ggas who really got no true issues
i’m just tryna gain and change up my financial situation
you displayin some things that some n+ggas consider hating
n+gga get off my station, my time is not for the wasting
i’m grind(ing) for peace of mind, imma find it cause i’m impatient
my goal is a vacation for life, i know i’m close because the pressure you could cut with a knife
it’s getting close, but it don’t get to me
raised up in that scandalous city misery
a place that they don’t want saditty kids to be
so put them hands up and document this history
rhyming lyrical epiphanies to the symphony

[verse: gee moolah]
i’m just tryna get my capital, lot of pressure on me though
it keeps me thinking rational, but tryna get my days brighter
blowing haze thinking about the days of king solomon
up on some rider sh+t, a n+gga seen violence
how you keep your patience when most of your team wylin?
done seen triple beams with residue
n+ggas coppin benzes from throwing brick wrapping out the window
the way a n+gga wins, bro, sometimes it all depends on a whim

[verse: trons]
it’s no stopping the bol tryna joke
i’m home like an old habilis, no chronic
sh+tting with no colonics, sipping i hold the bottle just like a newborn
still i get my move on, f+ck you like i do p+rn
you buggin bringing coops home, but budget with the cute poems
fly, tailored suits on with nowhere to go
i had a beat as cold as pluto and uno menudo
and flew to go to taco bell, chose a churro
can’t be any higher where there’s no more to roll

- the wurxs lyrics

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