Wu-Tang Clan - Windmill

[00:02.79] (Make me yours) He get out of line, break his fucking arm... [00:08.51] You know how it go (What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah) [00:14.32] You know, word up, not playing the games, with these niggaz, man [00:18.00] (Somebody tell me what do I do...) [00:19.83] None at all, man... hit 'em off, none of that, man [00:24.45] Aiyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping? [00:28.60] Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lockmen [00:30.22] Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks [00:33.62] This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beatbox [00:36.45] Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain [00:38.42] You knowing where it came from, stop it [00:41.16] You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again [00:43.20] Watch Lex get that dough out ya pocket, rhyme all 'pallegic [00:46.79] Can't nothing move when I rhyme, when I drop lines it's law out in Egypt [00:50.05] Love ups, don't need no batteries now, what? [00:53.08] The only niggaz that'll glow'll be us [00:55.19] Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats [00:57.65] Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties [01:00.24] Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game [01:02.64] Cuz if things change, you know it ain't against Wu [01:06.14] What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah [01:10.55] Somebody tell me what do I do... [01:18.98] We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block [01:21.14] We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop [01:23.11] Raining with the patchwork of puzzles [01:25.17] That was written in the year of the dragon [01:26.62] More raw than you could ever imagine [01:28.12] How much of a great blessing to a rap city [01:30.44] Where the youth is organically fed, from the Witty [01:32.66] Unpredictable, Talent And Natural Game is lyrical [01:35.17] Analyze the picture, the portrait, the visual [01:37.59] A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied [01:39.88] RAGU nigga whose tomatoes are sundried [01:42.22] He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling [01:44.62] But my rhyme'll give ya hot flash and moodswings [01:46.78] Math shed light on divine secrets, then science leaked it [01:49.28] For the lower level creatures that can't peep it [01:51.60] I observe MC's, regardless [01:54.20] From a neighboring world which is ten times the sharpness... [01:56.66] Let the track wind and ya mind flow free [02:07.73] Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability [02:10.56] Infinity, back to the source of which it came [02:12.92] Energy, see it change forms, atoms being born, never ending [02:16.05] On and on and on and, travel with me [02:19.25] Not trying to convince the pack, that it's a fact [02:21.68] For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back [02:24.27] We have agreed, you'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze [02:26.56] The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts [02:29.47] Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks [02:32.26] Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down [02:34.22] Underneath the white T lies the four pound [02:36.11] This is forty-five minutes of menacing [02:38.55] Dismantling, any MC opponent stepping in the zone [02:41.04] Get ya face blown (Get ya face blown) [02:43.18] Observe the word, when I speak, get the truth's heard [02:51.95] True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth [02:54.49] Spreading the blessing across seven continents [02:56.42] Arm of the trench, there's no form of defense [02:58.88] Entertainment, nine swords swing rapid [03:01.03] Check the techniques, first bow to The Abbott [03:03.08] Witty Unpredictable, gritty individual [03:05.95] Valid, if it's Actual, Talent and it's Natural [03:08.33] Game, rugged like the train, pump it in ya vein [03:11.37] I and I ride or die under the name [03:13.27] W-U, the primary, ya secondary [03:16.45] Definitely not necessary, the legendary [03:19.06] You printed the blueprints to do this shit [03:21.26] Moving the youth in the bricks [03:22.65] Spit poison tipped darts that rip hearts [03:24.36] Through the chest, when I manifest my sick art [03:26.52] Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine [03:33.19] Still in my prime, still'll shine til it quit time [03:35.63] If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime [03:37.95] So rapid with rhymes, same slacking is assonine [03:40.34] Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu [03:42.68] Gorilla the booth, body armored, them killa proof [03:45.03] In living proof, I'm the Wittiest Unpredictable [03:47.32] Most Talented rap muthafucker you ever listened to [03:49.54] I'm a hustler, I grind til my pack is done [03:51.60] Give a seed, mad knowledge til they cracked and run [03:54.08] Can't nobody fuck with me, I'm just too nice [03:56.27] Smack niggas in they head everytime I write [03:58.72] Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping [04:01.03] Where them little black kids do they grocery shopping [04:03.42] Go to school fucked up, it's Africa Island [04:06.01] We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent [04:08.59]