Windmill

(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, manAiyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping?Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lockmenStreet gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocksThis is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beatboxStudy like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grainYou knowing where it came from, stop itYou thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted againWatch Lex get that dough out ya pocket, rhyme all 'pallegicCan't nothing move when I rhyme, when Idrop lines it's law out in EgyptLove ups, don't need no batteries now, what?The only niggaz that'll glow'll be usYo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and batsThen give me two weeks to bubble like Kim tittiesDirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the gameCuz if things change, you know it ain't against Wu[ Chorus 1.5X: sample ]What am I supposed to say? YeeaaahSomebody tell me what do I do...[ GZA ]We keep it hot, keep the heat on the blockWe never stop, drawing water up until it begin to dropRaining with the patchwork of puzzlesThat was written in the year of the dragonMore raw than you could ever imagineHow much of a great blessing to a rap cityWhere the youth is organically fed, from the WittyUnpredictable, Talent And Natural Game is lyricalAnalyze the picture, the portrait, the visualA Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untiedRAGU nigga whose tomatoes are sundriedHe gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling blingBut my rhyme'll give ya hot flash and moodswingsMath shed light on divine secrets, then science leaked itFor the lower level creatures that can't peep itI observe MC's, regardlessFrom a neighboring world which is ten times the sharpness...[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org&mVkb ][ Chorus ][ Masta Killa ]Let the track wind and ya mind flow freeRemain conscious on this ride to ya best abilityInfinity, back to the source of which it cameEnergy, see it change forms, atoms being born, never endingOn and on and on and, travel with meNot trying to convince the pack, that it's a factFor those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it backWe have agreed, you'll feel the impact ofthe truth when I'll squeezeThe brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in textsFat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicksEnough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned downUnderneath the white T lies the four poundThis is forty-five minutes of menacingDismantling, any MC opponent stepping in the zoneGet ya face blown (Get ya face blown)[ Chorus ][ Inspectah Deck ]Observe the word, when I speak, get the truth's heardTrue to the curb, Wu classic is the new birthSpreading the blessing across seven continentsArm of the trench, there's no form of defenseEntertainment, nine swords swing rapidCheck the techniques, first bow to The AbbottWitty Unpredictable, gritty individualValid, if it's Actual, Talent and it's NaturalGame, rugged like the train, pump it in ya veinI and I ride or die under the nameW-U, the primary, ya secondaryDefinitely not necessary, the legendaryYou printed the blueprints to do this shitMoving the youth in the bricksSpit poison tipped darts that rip heartsThrough the chest, when I manifest my sick art[ Method Man ]Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mineStill in my prime, still'll shine til it quit timeIf this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublimeSo rapid with rhymes, same slacking is assonineRevealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the WuGorilla the booth, body armored, them killa proofIn living proof, I'm the Wittiest UnpredictableMost Talented rap muthafucker you ever listened toI'm a hustler, I grind til my pack is doneGive a seed, mad knowledge til they cracked and runCan't nobody fuck with me, I'm just too niceSmack niggas in they head everytime I writeYo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is poppingWhere them little black kids do they grocery shoppingGo to school fucked up, it's Africa IslandWe poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent