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- Wu-Tang Clan F/ CappaDonna - Windmill Lyrics
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- [Intro: Raekwon] + (samples)
- (Make me yours) He get out of line, break his fucking arm...
- You know how it go (What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah)
- You know, word up, not playing the games, with these niggaz, man
- (Somebody tell me what do I do...)
- None at all, man... hit 'em off, none of that, man
- [Raekwon]
- Aiyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping?
- Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lockmen
- Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks
- This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beatbox
- Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain
- You knowing where it came from, stop it
- You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again
- Watch Lex get that dough out ya pocket, rhyme all 'pallegic
- Can't nothing move when I rhyme, when I drop lines it's law out in Egypt
- Love ups, don't need no batteries now, what?
- The only niggaz that'll glow'll be us
- Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats
- Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties
- Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game
- Cuz if things change, you know it ain't against Wu
- [Chorus 1.5X: sample]
- What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah
- Somebody tell me what do I do...
- [GZA]
- We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block
- We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop
- Raining with the patchwork of puzzles
- That was written in the year of the dragon
- More raw than you could ever imagine
- How much of a great blessing to a rap city
- Where the youth is organically fed, from the Witty
- Unpredictable, Talent And Natural Game is lyrical
- Analyze the picture, the portrait, the visual
- A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied
- RAGU nigga whose tomatoes are sundried
- He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling
- But my rhyme'll give ya hot flash and moodswings
- Math shed light on divine secrets, then science leaked it
- For the lower level creatures that can't peep it
- I observe MC's, regardless
- From a neighboring world which is ten times the sharpness...
- [Chorus]
- [Masta Killa]
- Let the track wind and ya mind flow free
- Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability
- Infinity, back to the source of which it came
- Energy, see it change forms, atoms being born, never ending
- On and on and on and, travel with me
- Not trying to convince the pack, that it's a fact
- For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back
- We have agreed, you'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze
- The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts
- Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks
- Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down
- Underneath the white T lies the four pound
- This is forty-five minutes of menacing
- Dismantling, any MC opponent stepping in the zone
- Get ya face blown (Get ya face blown)
- [Chorus]
- [Inspectah Deck]
- Observe the word, when I speak, get the truth's heard
- True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth
- Spreading the blessing across seven continents
- Arm of the trench, there's no form of defense
- Entertainment, nine swords swing rapid
- Check the techniques, first bow to The Abbott
- Witty Unpredictable, gritty individual
- Valid, if it's Actual, Talent and it's Natural
- Game, rugged like the train, pump it in ya vein
- I and I ride or die under the name
- W-U, the primary, ya secondary
- Definitely not necessary, the legendary
- You printed the blueprints to do this shit
- Moving the youth in the bricks
- Spit poison tipped darts that rip hearts
- Through the chest, when I manifest my sick art
- [Method Man]
- Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine
- Still in my prime, still'll shine til it quit time
- If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime
- So rapid with rhymes, same slacking is assonine
- Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu
- Gorilla the booth, body armored, them killa proof
- In living proof, I'm the Wittiest Unpredictable
- Most Talented rap muthafucker you ever listened to
- [Cappadonna]
- I'm a hustler, I grind til my pack is done
- Give a seed, mad knowledge til they cracked and run
- Can't nobody fuck with me, I'm just too nice
- Smack niggas in they head everytime I write
- Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping
- Where them little black kids do they grocery shopping
- Go to school fucked up, it's Africa Island
- We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent
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