Windmills -

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 bastard

The impact of a fashion design classic, 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 killing the game

Windmills, Rex Rey, straight murder, murder, murder

The beat until it’s had enough and take it even further, word

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, sucka!

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!

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 skills 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!