Windmill Chords by Wu-Tang Clan
- Key: Em
- BPM: 102
- Capo: no capo
PULSO FUERTE
WINDMILL ACORDES
[Intro] N.C. He get out of line break his fucking arm B You know how ■ it go word up Em Ain't ■ playing no games with these niggaz man Em None at all man none of that [Verse] Em Ayo jump out the Acura crazy heavy what's popping Em Us locking the game word to every hand on the lock men Em Street guap everybody eats sweep blocks Em This is a message ain't go no grams we gon' beat box Em Study like lessons niggaz in the game biting the grain Em You knowing where it came from stop it Em You thought we wasn't coming You dumbing you blunted again Em Watch Lex get that dough out your pocket Em Rhyme all 'pallegic can't nothing move when I rhyme Em When I drop lines it's law out in Egypt Em Love ups don't need no batteries now what Em The only niggaz that'll glow'll be us Em Yo throw me in Sin City leave me with the vultures and bats Em Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties Em Dirt Dog we miss you now it's time to murder the game Em 'cause if things change you know it ain't against Wu Em What am I supposed to say Yeah Em Somebody tell me what do I do [Chorus] Em What am I supposed to say Yeah [Verse] B7 We keep it hot keep the heat on the block B7 We never stop drawing water up until it begin to drop B7 Raining with the patchwork of puzzles B7 That was written in the year of the dragon B7 More raw than you could ever imagine Em How much of a great blessing to a rap city Em Where the youth is organically fed Em From the witty unpredictable talent natural game is lyrical Em Analyze the picture the portrait the visual Em A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied Em Ragu nigga whose tomatoes are sun dried Em He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling Em But my rhyme'll give you hot flash and mood swings Em Math shed light on divine secrets then science leaked it Em For the lower level creatures that can't peep it Em I observe MCs regardless from a neighboring world Em Which is ten times the sharpness B7 What am I supposed to say Yeah B Em Somebody tell me what do ■ I do Em Let the track wind and your mind flow free Em Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability Em Infinity back to the source of which it came Em Energy see it changed forms Em Atoms being born never ending Em On and on and on and travel with me Em Not trying to convince the pack that it's a fact Em For those who can't adapt I lived it shitted it back Em We have agreed Em You'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze Em The brain feels something pop hip hop locked in texts Em Fat checks fly whips jewelry chicks Em Enough kicks fitted crown buttoned down Em Underneath your white T lies the four pound Em This is fortyfive minutes of menacing Em Dismantling any MC opponent stepping in the zone Em Get your face blown Em What am I supposed to say Yeah Em Somebody tell me what do I do Em Observe the word when I speak it's the truth's heard C7 True to the curb Wu classic is the new birth C Spreading the blessing across seven continents C Arm of the trench there's no form of defense C Entertainment nine swords swing rapid Em Check the techniques first bow to The Abbott Em Witty unpredictable gritty individual Em Valid if it's actual talent and it's natural Em Game rugged like the train pump it in your vein Em I and I ride or die under the name Em Wyou the primary your secondary Em Definitely not necessary the legendary Em You printed the blueprints to do this shit Em Moving the youth in the bricks Em Spit poison tipped darts that rip hearts B7 Through the chest when I manifest my sick art ■ Em Speaking my mind fall in line when I spit mine Em Still in my prime still'll shine 'til it quit time Em If this is a crime find me guilty I'm so sublime Em So rapid with rhymes same slacking is asanine Em Revealing the truth catching feelings it's still the Wu Em Gorilla the booth body armored I'm killa proof Em In living proof I'm the wittiest unpredictable Em Most talented rap motherfucker you ever listened to Em I'm a hustler I grind 'til my pack is done Em Get a seed mad knowledge so they crack and run Em Can't nobody fuck with me I'm just too nice Em Smack niggas in they head every time I write Em Yo I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping Em Where them little black kids do they grocery shopping Em Go to school fucked up it's Africa Island B7 Em B7 Em We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent ■ ■ ■ [Outro] [End]