[ar:Wu Tang Clan] [ti:windmill] [al:8 Diagrams] [04:20.23]Wu Tang Clan - windmill [Intro: Raekwon (samples)] [00:01.64](Make me yours) He get out of line, break his fucking arm... [00:10.88]You know how it go (What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah) [00:14.36]You know, word up, not playing the games, with these niggaz, man [00:16.55](Somebody tell me what do I do...) [00:19.16]None at all, man... hit 'em off, none of that, man (Raekwon:) [00:26.15]Aiyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping? [00:29.04]Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lockmen [00:31.95]Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks [00:33.97]This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beatbox [00:36.52]Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain [00:39.64]You knowing where it came from, stop it [00:41.05]You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again [00:43.78]Watch Lex get that dough out ya pocket, rhyme all 'pallegic [00:47.05]Can't nothing move when I rhyme, when I drop lines it's law out in Egypt [00:50.62]Love ups, don't need no batteries now, what? [00:53.04]The only niggaz that'll glow'll be us [00:55.02]Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats [00:57.99]Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties [00:59.87]Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game [01:02.62]Cause if things change, you know it ain't against Wu (Chorus x1.5: sample) [02:43.81][01:58.88][01:05.99]What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah [02:48.64][02:04.34][01:10.58]Somebody tell me what do I do... (GZA:) [01:18.67]We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block [01:20.50]We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop [01:23.17]Raining with the patchwork of puzzles [01:24.79]That was written in the year of the dragon [01:26.45]More raw than you could ever imagine [01:27.85]How much of a great blessing to a rap city [01:30.59]Where the youth is organically fed, from the Witty [01:33.04]Unpredictable, Talent And Natural Game is lyrical [01:35.50]Analyze the picture, the portrait, the visual [01:37.75]A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied [01:40.22]RAGU nigga whose tomatoes are sundried [01:42.73]He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling [01:44.83]But my rhyme'll give ya hot flash and moodswings [01:47.18]Math shed light on divine secrets, then science leaked it [01:50.35]For the lower level creatures that can't peep it [01:52.84]I observe MC's, regardless [01:54.20]From a neighboring world which is ten times the sharpness... (chorus) (Masta Killa:) [02:06.94]Let the track wind and ya mind flow free [02:08.41]Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability [02:10.93]Infinity, back to the source of which it came [02:13.23]Energy, see it change forms, atoms being born, never ending [02:16.83]On and on and on and, travel with me [02:18.94]Not trying to convince the pack, that it's a fact [02:21.52]For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back [02:24.08]We have agreed, you'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze [02:27.40]The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts [02:30.15]Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks [02:32.51]Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down [02:34.63]Underneath the white T lies the four pound [02:36.97]This is forty-five minutes of menacing [02:38.59]Dismantling, any MC opponent stepping in the zone [02:41.84]Get ya face blown (Get ya face blown) (chorus) (Inspectah Deck:) [02:50.06]Observe the word, when I speak, get the truth's heard [02:52.45]True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth [02:54.79]Spreading the blessing across seven continents [02:57.24]Arm of the trench, there's no form of defense [02:59.58]Entertainment, nine swords swing rapid [03:01.69]Check the techniques, first bow to The Abbott [03:03.99]Witty Unpredictable, gritty individual [03:06.15]Valid, if it's Actual, Talent and it's Natural [03:08.69]Game, rugged like the train, pump it in ya vein [03:11.57]I and I ride or die under the name [03:13.76]W-U, the primary, ya secondary [03:15.63]Definitely not necessary, the legendary [03:17.66]You printed the blueprints to do this shit [03:21.17]Moving the youth in the bricks [03:23.28]Spit poison tipped darts that rip hearts [03:24.70]Through the chest, when I manifest my sick art (Method Man:) [03:31.44]Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine [03:33.73]Still in my prime, still'll shine til it quit time [03:36.02]If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime [03:38.44]So rapid with rhymes, same slacking is assonine [03:40.92]Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu [03:43.36]Gorilla the booth, body armored, them killa proof [03:45.47]In living proof, I'm the Wittiest Unpredictable [03:48.13]Most Talented rap muthafucker you ever listened to (Cappadonna:) [03:50.27]I'm a hustler, I grind til my pack is done [03:52.24]Give a seed, mad knowledge til they cracked and run [03:54.51]Can't nobody fuck with me, I'm just too nice [03:56.84]Smack niggas in they head everytime I write [03:59.18]Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping [04:01.96]Where them little black kids do they grocery shopping [04:03.96]Go to school fucked up, it's Africa Island [04:06.53]We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent