Wu-Tang Clan, Cappadonna - Windmill lyrics

(Make me yours)
He get out of line, break his fucking arm
You know how it go
(What am I supposed to say? yeah)
You know, word up
Not playing the games with these niggas, man
(Somebody tell me what do I do)
None at all, man, hit ‘em off, none of that
Man

Aiyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy
What's popping? Us locking the game
Word to every hand on the locman
Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks
This is a message, ain't go no grams
We gon' beatbox study like lessons
Niggas 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 niggas 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

What am I supposed to say? yeah
Somebody tell me what do I do
What am I supposed to say? yeah

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 niggas 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

What am I supposed to say? yeah
Somebody tell me what do I do

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)

What am I supposed to say? yeah
Somebody tell me what do I do

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

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
Sayin' I'm slacking is asinine
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

I'm a hustler, I grind til my pack is done
Give a seed mad knowledge til
They crack 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