Artist: Timbo King
Album:  n/a
Song:   Wings of War
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Timbo King]
I spit flames from the back burner, ya'll cats act murder
Word to Joe Street law
I'm in the whip for self, the shit seat four
Floss guy, buggy eyed, cross eyed, no tint
You get ya spaceship, nigga, welcome to a better zone
No more home grown, we growing it
Summer wind, under water flow, on some
Aquaman, I drink aqua, man
My Fam be my Family, Crow claw, Brand' Lee, understand me
Yo, absorb this, record this, I walk wit a cordless
Battle a nigga, for his fortress
My forces, unknown to mankind
You walking on grimey grounds, land mines
Blow like Base and Freeze, O.G.'s
Mason B's, late '80's, make ladies
Stomp through atmosphere, with house slippers
Sun splash, guns blast, style sippers
Bow and arrow, flow, go and travel, spray angle
Rock off a Star Spangle
Yo, Bow and arrow, flow, go and travel, spray angle
Rock off a Star Spangle

*instrumental*

[Timbo King]
Yo, my back hurts, it feel like I'm growing wings
Blessed by the heaven kings, my crown piece, seven rings
Money to earn, money to burn
Give some, lend some, take it
Fuck it, be stingy, off a, stash if you have to, nigga
What, flip a pack if you have to
Cash in, pawn that shit, the highest bidder
Buy from the streets, cop at wholesale price
Modell models, go tell five o
Five o, follow the black El Dorado
Five o, follow the black El Dorado
Stay eating just like my tongue stay speaking
Shoot you on a friday, end ya weekend
I ain't gotta play shit, let the God roll for me
A hundred that he form better, you ain't got it, nigga, up ya sweater
Take ya back, O'Jays, a low fade, always
You pussy pad, nigga, always
You pussy pad, nigga, always