Windmill

(Make me yours)

He get out of line, break his fucking arm

You know how it go, word up

Ain't playing no games with these niggaz man

None at all, man, no more, none of that

Aiyyo, jump out the

Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping?

Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lock men

Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks

This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beat box

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 your pocket

Rhyme all 'pallegic can't nothing move when

I rhymeWhen

I drop lines it's law out in

EgyptLove 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

WuWhat am

I supposed to say?

YeahSomebody tell me what do

I doWhat am

I supposed to say?

YeahWe 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, 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 sun dried

He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling

But my rhyme'll give you hot flash and mood swings

Math shed light on divine secrets then science leaked it

For the lower level creatures that can't peep it

I observe

MCs, regardless from a neighboring world

Which is ten times the sharpness

What am I supposed to say?

YeahSomebody tell me what do

I doLet the track wind and your mind flow free

Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability

Infinity, back to the source of which it came

Energy, see it changed 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 your white

T lies the four pound

This is forty-five minutes of menacing

Dismantling any

MC opponent stepping in the zone

Get your face blown

What am I supposed to say?

YeahSomebody tell me what do

I doObserve the word, when

I speak, it's the truth that'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 your vein

I and I, ride or die, under the name

W-U, the primary, your secondary

Definitely not necessary, the legendary

You printed the blueprints to do this shit

Moving the youth in the bricks

Spitting 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, same slacking is asanine

Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the

WuGorilla the booth, body armored,

I'm killa proof

In living proof,

I'm the wittiest, unpredictable

Most talented rap motherfucker you ever listened to

I'm a hustler,

I grind 'til my pack is done

Get a seed mad knowledge so they crack and run

Can't nobody fuck with me,

I'm just too nice

Smack niggas in they head every time

I writeYo,

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