Pointin' Fingers - Wu-Syndicate

[Joe Mafia] 
My mic sabre track-slashin', rhythmatic navigator 
Quasar dart flamin', Mediterranian 
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 invehicular 
Crime Syndicate just aserted this raw dosage 
Blow your mind focus, mastermind links in 3 voltage 
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 

[Chorus: Myalansky] 
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' 

[Myalansky] 
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, sheist, 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,