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Windmill Chords by Wu-Tang Clan

  • Key: Em
  • BPM: 102
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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]

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