Windmill
Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics


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[Intro: Raekwon (samples)]
(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, man

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping?
Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lockmen
Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks
This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beatbox
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 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 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 Wu

[Chorus 1.5X: sample]
What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah
Somebody tell me what do I do...

[GZA]
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 niggaz 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...

[Chorus]

[Masta Killa]
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)

[Chorus]

[Inspectah Deck]
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

[Method Man]
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 assonine
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

[Cappadonna]
I'm a hustler, I grind til my pack is done
Give a seed, mad knowledge til they cracked 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

Overall Meaning

The song Windmill by Wu-Tang Clan features six members of the group, including Raekwon, GZA, Masta Killa, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, and Cappadonna. The song starts with Raekwon talking about not playing games with other rappers and being willing to physically harm anyone who gets out of line. The lyrics are cryptic but describe street life and the group's deep connection to their hometown of New York. They also boast about their skills and criticize other rappers who they believe have copied their style. The chorus repeats, "What am I supposed to say? Somebody tell me what do I do..."


GZA's verse continues the themes of the song, rapping about a rap city that is "organically fed" by the Wu-Tang Clan's talent and "natural game." He also brags about his lyrical ability and critiques other MCs who rely on flashy jewelry and materialistic objects to make themselves seem important. Masta Killa uses the metaphor of infinity to describe the never-ending nature of life and energy, speaking about the importance of consciousness and adapting to new situations. Inspectah Deck describes the Wu-Tang Clan's impact on the music world, calling himself a "legenary" and rapping about the group's innovative techniques and sick art. Method Man raps about the truth, admitting that he sometimes catches feelings, but ultimately remains faithful to the Wu-Tang Clan's legacy. Cappadonna concludes that he is a hustler with mad knowledge, spitting lyrics about growing up in a tough neighborhood filled with talent and potential.


Line by Line Meaning

Aiyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping?
I'm getting out of the car with a force, what's happening?


Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lockmen
We are securing the game, every person on our team is dedicated to winning


Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks
We're hustling on the street, everyone's profiting, taking over the block


This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beatbox
This is more than just a song, we're not rapping about drugs, we're spreading a message


Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain
We've studied our craft like we study for a lesson, but other rappers are copying us


You knowing where it came from, stop it
You know where our inspiration came from, so stop copying us


Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game
We miss our friend, Ol' Dirty Bastard, and will dedicate ourselves to being the best in the game in his honor


We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block
We're bringing the fire to the streets, keeping the energy of the neighborhoods alive


We have agreed, you'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze
We've come to a mutual understanding that when I spit the truth, it will have a powerful impact


Witty Unpredictable, gritty individual
I'm clever, I'm unpredictable, and I have grit


Entertainment, nine swords swing rapid
This is entertainment, but we're coming at you hard and fast like ninjas


Moving the youth in the bricks
We're inspiring and motivating the young people in the neighborhoods


Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine
I'm sharing my thoughts, and if you're listening, you better heed my words


Gorilla the booth, body armored, them killa proof
I'm dominating the recording studio, with a tough exterior and killer rhymes


I'm a hustler, I grind til my pack is done
I'm a hard worker, I keep going until I achieve my goals


Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping
I come from a rough neighborhood where violence is prevalent


We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent
Although we may have grown up poor, we have an abundance of talent and creativity




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS, DARRYL ROBERT HILL, ELGIN EVANDER TURNER, GARY E. GRICE, JASON HUNTER, JOHN FRUSTRANTIE, ROBERT F. DIGGS

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Comments from YouTube:

Mikael P

Best song I've ever heard! RZA is a genius.

Adam Poliskey

So far best track absalut πŸ”₯πŸ”₯(this album)

Aaron

ONE OF THE BEST WU SONGS🫑

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Brian G

Quality headphones. This track amazes me.

Isiah Braun

Easily best track

Paulo Henrique

Como jΓ‘ disse raekwon Γ© o bicho:/

Janice Marie

3:31 Mef!!!!! #MostTalentedRapMFYouEverListenedTo