Windmills - Windmills lyrics

[Hook] Music, when music doesn't, it doesn't even satisfy… (If younger heads quote this, then it ain't all hopeless) Music, when music doesn't, it doesn't even satisfy… (If younger heads quote this, then it ain't all hopeless) [Verse 1] You cats haven't heard the last of my tactics Grab somebody in the room and move together, that's it Who knows how long we have? You might as well relax, kid And hear yourself breathing as if you're a fat ba*tard The impact of a fashion design cla**ic, is how I rap Using these words to repeat after I'm mad graphic, addicted to drum patterns As heavy as titties look when you think of back spasm Years of experience on stage in fronts of crowds Who no one knew us before they had reason for getting down Rhyme wizard lyricism, disappearing mysterious Reappearing with style, like “who's the one who's laughing now?” Ha! Perseverance with lyrics, in any weather condition With vision stronger than radio, record labels, or critics Isn't concerned he's looking as good as the words he's written In my opinion, there's nobody living I wouldn't drown, now It's Framework, known for working your frame; A stage name to explain how I'm k**ing the game Windmills, Rex Rey, straight murder, murder, murder The beat until it's had enough and take it even further, word [Hook] [Verse 2] When this hip-hop art comes in, it's gonna get your heart pumping What is it I'm on, cousin? Look at me, stop fronting! Just bounce to way we sound. Emcee with a grip on crowds; You see what it is, I'm about. 1, 2, and they get knocked out Keeping on through thick and thin cause to fall don't make no sense On and off the stage I'm fly, in the world I'm hustling, yeah! A flow they're nowhere near, ready with a bucktooth smile, cheese! I'm doing what I feel, tuck you in, goodnight, sweet dreams Close your eyes. Lights out, s**a! Get involved I'm out to make our crew as strong as Zulu Nation walls A stone cold rocking emcee on the microphone Who's for the ones who love to cut the records back and forth I may come across as somebody who I'm not If we haven't even had the chance to meet and get to know You like rhythm and emotion, poetry, explosions? I mix a little bit of it together at a show, let's go! [Hook] [Verse 3] When it was back in the day and they were rapping this way I'm inside of my mother's belly wanting out of the cage I'd kick her stomach to rhyme without a language to find She'd get excited having people feel what's really inside I had to do what I did, when I got out of her crib And I don't mean it as the one you call, “the place where you live” I came to handle my biz, so light a candle for them And dry your tears, it'll only get me started again I'm on fire like citizens of American terrorism Where losing your job is met with the cost of living being raised The tax dollars is enough to make an honest man Examine what it means to be a criminal who's getting paid If beef in the world made food on your plate A crackhead would still be acting as though they already ate Life's great! I speak the universal language of peace Grab a hold of your soul the moment a thought is released I'm a beast! As far as I'm concerned with sk**s alone I'll rip any image they got, of when they're spitting lyrics till I feel at home The ‘elevate your attitude' recording artist From lost on a highway road with no destination, I'm caught To shaking the demons feeding off not believing To see me and leave the evil I made until hell is freezing my snot It's us!