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Windmills - Broken Record

Christian Marclay: “…it’s part of the same process, of thinking about sound, thinking how we live with sound and how it influences us…” “…but those are the sounds that I’m interested in, those are the sounds that I want to use in my music. I’m interested in the sound I can get out of this (vinyl) record. “…everything, you know, becomes a possibility. Even acoustically, I can make a sound with the record. All these sounds are acceptable, as much as the sound that’s recorded in the groove.”

Windmills - Regular Handshake

CHORUS …Hand hug, teacup, gangbanger, making moves, brush off, air ball, dominator, Yank and pull, high five, giving dap, limp wrist, tight fist, stiff-arm, triple pump, Slap it with a knuckle bump, sweaty palms, dead fish, bone crusher, power grip, Hand-wrestle, too aggressive, pulling on your fingertips, misfire, politician, Southpaw, got soul, risk-taker, close-shaker and they’re never letting go. VERSE 1 Don't be funny or cheesy, cold, clammy or greasy; Or try to shake hands after you use it for sneezing. Waving around as if you’re writing graffiti. Whenever you see me, keep it simple and easy ‘Cause an arm in the air's becoming something to plan for Shaking my hand as if it's out on the dance floor, Like shaking a hand after you've met in the dark And I just don't understand why people make it so hard. I'm thinking when did a handshake get so fucking bizarre? Is it me getting old or have ya'll took it too far? Whether delighted, too excited, polite or a snob, I'm sure you’re smooth and you’re flashy, whoever you are. Then just you know what it is whenever I come around ‘Cause shit has gotten outrageous, thanks for toning it down. I'd much rather we shake hands without any of thought, Then have a misunderstanding before we could start. Hands caught or they’re tangled, is not what you aim for. Repeating a handshake is quietly painful. You’re speaking a language without making sound And this isn't complaining; first impressions they count. I’m cool with shaking your hand without creating confusion ‘Cause I've had my fair share and never found it amusing. Don't get it confused because I write and do music, That I'm supposed to shake hands a certain way that'll prove it. ‘Cause some people expect me to know what they’re doing, Yet they give it their own style nobody is using. Yeah, I’ll look into the eyes of people thinking they’re Satan, With no evil in mind, just how it's testing my patience. Deal with a world of almost nothing is sacred As somebody who’d die so that his family makes it. CHORUS I'll take a regular handshake; it's nothing too fancy, complicated, just add strength. They’re never the same way. They change every damn place. To know where your hand goes, it's becoming a gamble. Whenever the exchange is not on the same page, It’s ‘cause there's insane ways of doing the same thing like: Hand hug, teacup, gangbanger, making moves, brush off, air ball, dominator, Yank and pull, high five, giving dap, limp wrist, tight fist, stiff arm, triple pump, Slap it with a knuckle bump, sweaty palms, dead fish, bone crusher, power grip, Hand-wrestle, too aggressive, pulling on your finger tips, misfire, politician, Southpaw, got soul, risk-taker, close shaker and they’re never letting go. VERSE 2 It's not great to visit with handshake decisions Of cocky, thumb wrestlers boxing my fingers Bad start, beginnings have add up and risen From handshakes delivered like rock, paper, scissors Yet let's get together more often than never You got strange deliveries. Ease back a little. People wanting to shake hands like swimming with dolphins Like it happens too often, I keep coming across it. And all of this nonsense has gotten obnoxious, From coming in contact with too many options. I'm reaching exhaustion whenever it’s offered. Overeager or cautious; people missing the target. Damn! So many lonely roads. I’ve grown and despite this, I’ve seen enough to let it go in moments of crisis. With people thinking who I am is nothing I’m writing. Slitting their throat as if I know I where the knife is. I’m deeper than most, there’s no competing with dope. Shake my hand like a man! I’m not a fan or a joke. Just because I’m not rich, I’m not defeated or broke. Yet, I’ve been smelling their breath as if they’re standing too close. I deal with fake motherfuckas telling me that I’m fake. Who do whatever they can, to say that I’m a disgrace. That’s being great motherfucka, when they’re loving to hate You for the person you are, and not the money you make. We’ve been expecting you! That’s how we execute. Shrinking heads, then we’re on to the next balloon. If I’m in the house then it’s gonna need an extra roof. Without a doubt, keep it coming like respect is due. We got a sound that’ll pound ‘till your neck is through. Screaming loud like you want someone to rescue you! I’m in the fight of my life and it’s been taking its toll. Looking in the mirror like I’ve never seen you before. I’m getting dizzy. My life is spinning out of control. Who I am or what I’ve known, it isn’t there anymore. Everything I’ve ever written, it just isn’t enough! Rap is talking so much shit it won’t even flush The smell has gotten so bad and been repeated enough, It’s like it’s trying to bring back “two girls and one cup” Man! I’m sick of the city, just like I’m sick of the burbs. I am sick of you bitches and I am sick of you nerds, Steady pointing your fingers with I’ll win in the end, Of wherever that came from, the problem is him. Come on! Hey! Let's touch base to see how things are going, while I’d straight lace your brain in front of any crowd. It’s amazing what some people never figure out. Just make space. I'll show you what it's all about. Now, CHORUS repeats

Windmills - Get Up

VERSE 1 Where to go from here? It’s clear I’m on my own. Yet, I still feel off the chain like stolen bicycles. It was drilled in my head that I’m a selfish fuck, That I get on my own nerves when I talk too much. Told that I live my life, disconnected and empty With a smile that’s insane as if I’m over friendly. So do what you will, I’m still here, and I won’t leave. But look at how mean you can be, that it so sweet! Run for the hills, I’m as ill as your whole team. Drove off a cliff and I landed on both feet. Will I admit that I’m done with the old me? The dirtier it gets, the more I’m feeling I’m so clean That I don’t need molly to be rolling with these changes; I’m at the library in a quiet meditation. Damn! People look pissed off and too abrasive, With lots of personality and no conversation. An epic name is who inspired me to thinking, I’ve hit the homerun; I’m just rounding all the bases. I’m sky diving into your world Designed of high flying, up from the earth. Will not be defeated, hell is for freezing, Scream ‘till it’s peaceful as walking on beaches! Laugh at how dark it can get in this place, As if you’re eating the soul of demon for strength. I was made to be grateful, tested in faith; Of how it can rain, when they’ve spit in your face. Being Framework is pizza, ice cream, and cake; So what’s next on the menu? I’m scraping the plate. If it’s talking to Jesus behind heaven’s gates, Then I’m not gonna leave here without saying, thanks! I’m rocking like Raida on the crossfader. His loss to the scene was a major heartbreaker. SCRATCH CHORUS Nas: “Got so many rhymes I don’t think I’m too sane” “Life is parallel to hell but I must maintain.” BRIDGE DOOM: “Pump, pu-pump, pu-pump… it pumped his adrenaline.” “Pump, pu-pump… Get up! He got jumped! “Pump, pu-pump, pu-pump… it pumped his adrenaline” “Get up!” CHORUS This is me when I’m talking to myself, get UP! Humiliated, degraded, so what? Get up! Ashamed that you’ve been played and betrayed. Get UP! Get up, get UP! Get up, get UP! Get UP! Get UP! You’re not the first to learn how hard it is to fall; Died so many times, yet I’m living through it all, get up! Until you’re stronger than you’ve ever been before, get up! Get up, get UP! Get up, get UP! Get UP! Get UP! VERSE 2 To trigger every bit of you to get into the rhythm Is an easy job as if I was a Southern Cali weatherman. Ice grilling me is fine, because you’re out of hand For thinking you can school me on some Mary Had a Little Lamb. I’m still polite as fuck and love my son regardless, Dealing with bullshit like another day at the office. Thirty-three, can you believe I’ve only gotten started To feel it like an acid trip while running through the forest? So much food for thought and yet I’m still a starving artist, Raw as bands learning how to play songs in their garages. Coming at full speed in two thousand fourteen, And live for these moments to hold like a trophy. 'Cause heads have really gotten fat, fatter than some laces While the little kid inside of them is hiding under blankets. And of course, they truly want it, they can get it then, But I refuse to believe that I’m a wicked man. Cold as stories told made by Al Capone, Cold as icicles froze to broken homes, Flows that break your nose like a wishing bone, Carefully composed with the microphone. I must have made the most of how to take it slow 'Cause, now I’m back to living fast, fast as I can go. Yet, it chills me to bone, knowing how I’m not alone And that you can have a dark soul with heart of gold. CHORUS repeats

Windmills - Path to Pave

Sean Foley: “Who’s the same physically at 37 as they are at 23. We’re having to evolve and adapt, Darwinian in that way to, you know, keep moving forward and keep moving forward.” VERSE 1 I’m going for it. Ignore it, if you don’t have the guts. Being uncertain is what’s perfect; I haven’t had enough. Congratulations on being jaded, you made it! What a wonderful occasion, you’re here and we’re celebrating! I’m seeing red while I’m staring at a court case Smearing blood on my face like it’s war paint. My soul’s gathered a flow fatter, I’m bad to the bone matter. Words scatter like phone data, been climbing my own ladder. You’re talking with the wrong guy if you’re depressed Who’d put his foot inside your ass and hit your fucking chest And I’m not hard at all, maybe you’re extremely soft To put me in the mix with everything you’ve ever heard before. If I could take all your pain away I would And release from all the pressure, when you’re stepping on my foot. So if my party over here doesn’t look right Just know I’m not surprised, I got you open like a book’s life. Making moolah, I’m a late bloomer, straight shooter. How we maneuver is, there’s nothing I won’t take to ya. You have a goal in mind to bring me down instead of live And throw me to the wolves like I’m the one who’s raising them. I’m not about to drop a couple of pounds. I’m here for tipping the scale; I’m eating everything now! While their nightmare remains, a white flag to wave And my brain activates that bright path to pave. CHORUS SCRATCH “I flow steady like the sands of the hourglass.” “Dropping math paragraph after paragraph.” dälek: “…beauty in my noise where the rest heard static. I've had it, trying to explain this same formula.” VERSE 2 See rappers are like police, I don’t trust them as elite. Too many of them on the beat, are corrupt to the say the least. And I’m the type to take the fall when cops come to the house, For two friends standing there, scared to open their mouths. No doubt. Tough breaks I have had my share; To put it all in the atmosphere, now isn’t that sincere? I can’t imagine all the fun you think I’m having without, There he goes again, he’s being overly dramatic. You’re looking for an honest man. Who you being honest with? Honoring the things you find only on the surfaces. What a help that you’ve been for my health, And how I thought that it was you, as if you’re somebody else. I’ve dealt with being here long before you ever heard of me; With so much urgency to live better than I’m currently. Full of color to discover one another As a human being, leaning on and feeding off each other. Play the cards that life handed us, intimidate the scandalous Mentalities of leaders who professionally are amateurs. I’m dreaming bigger than the dreams that I’ve already had. And I can handle if you’re thinking I can’t handle that. Stability, here to kill the scene with artillery. I’d cross a million seas for possibility to drop the guillotine. I’m for the long run. You must be on some track meet, To tell your biggest fans they need to see a better athlete. CHORUS SCRATCH repeats

Windmills - Underground Gem

Saul Williams: “My love is my soul’s imagination. How do I love you? Imagine.” CHORUS Spread love, spread love. Don’t be ashamed. So much for done and go away  Compose yourself or throw your weight. Do you want more? Communicate. Don’t waste, don’t waste your brain on me. Doing better than great to say the least.  No pain, no gain; I shall remain. No pain, no gain; I shall remain. VERSE 1 Architect, able and confident to explain how it all connects. With the gift of gab, I told you that. No one’s gonna hold me back! So what you looking for, an autograph? Give it all you have. I’m taking over all of rap, everyone across the map. Can you tell me where your heart is at? Is it bigger than a shark attack?  The could have, should have, would have beens making me upset. This is what it is! Can I live a little bit? Mentally I’m ill, with another one to send. I’m digging out a gem for the underground again.  Difficult to miss, get it while you can. Hit ‘em in the head with a rhythm in effect. Committed to the pen, straight to your chin. Make another hit, not again, again, again, I…   CHORUS VERSE 2 Day to day, believe me it’s great to say, Things are great the way things have gone for me. It’s insane the way my life changed to bring the pain majorly. I maintain. Can’t stay away. I’m okay to train faithfully and make you know Frame. But don’t waste your brain on me, thanks! I can’t praise enough the name of Rex Rey;  With many more ways to record and chat  For the b-boys and girls with the army hats. Give them all, the axe, your favorite act. The main attraction when I’m on the track. The rebel with a cause, pave the way  For the motivation of a hand grenade. And he’s staying up late to enjoy the path  Headed straight to your brain like an almanac, huh! You can relate to it all perhaps; Sitting pretty in the middle of a storm to catch, You can take it like a photograph  And I bet I’m not the only one who told you that. I’ll tame one like an artifact. So keep spitting like I won’t react, ‘Cause things can add up just too damn fast  When you’re thinking that you know the math. Where the party at!?   Saul Williams: “The wind is the moon's imagination, wandering It seeps through cracks, ripples the grass, explores the unknown.” CHORUS repeats

Windmills - The Beach When It Rains

Montoya Santana: “Odelay, carnalito!” Carnalito: “Hey! What’s happening, homes?” Montoya Santana: “Hmm. You guys are flying high, huh? “You only live once.” “Yeah, just don’t live it too fast. You know, you might burn out.” “Take it day by day.” “It’s tough for me to say, but uh, you guys are gonna have to learn it the hard way. You know?” VERSE 1 My brain activates the bright path to pave  While rats try to race me, write fast or fade. From here to the Big Apple, like Adam and Eve  With the skills that AZ would say are rather unique. Got your heart jumping like trampolines between your skin  Can it be? Nothing can even damage me within!  Stand between, me and the microphone, to hold the pen  With no idea what kind of state of mind that I’ve been in. Get right. I was the kind of teen down to smoke a pound of weed  Now I raise my seed to open up a book and read; With more to life and how he’s thinking he’s tight. For obeying his thirst without him ever drinking a Sprite.  And now I’m here to knock down doors  To the dark room of your thoughts;  Turn the lights on and really find you  So if your minds that white knuckle tight  Then carry your own weight in a rhyme exercise too  Enjoy the ride! Like I’m getting you home safe  With road rage, while I’m drunk driving with no breaks!  I’m giving whiplash when I’m over this track  Nobody is this phat! Can I get witness?   CHORUS I find myself awake! I can’t seem to make my mind sleep. VERSE 2 I’ll slam a chrome mic with a tight grip!  Like seeing me right before you see the light would be priceless. Can handle anything, I’m decisive  Without the need of human beings telling me I’m the nicest. I’m like Ripley’s Believe It or Not; To anyone who doesn’t know who I am on the spot. I’m no saint, no mob, or chain to break off. I hate to say, I forgot, but time doesn’t. The Spud Webb of a monster dunk  Is out to Shock G, like I’m Humpty Hump. Yeah! It’s like that, whether you move up or don’t. Either way, it’s gonna sting like a wound full of salt. Results of all kinds, the toughest of times,  Is how you find out what tough love is like! Despite my old ways; this is a new chapter  Of others having a fit or a tiff when it’s spelled backwards! I’m the cracker with lung butter mechanics  That’ll have you sweat, dripping as wet as a head of lettuce. So! Close your eyes, and make a wish; Yet, don’t waste your strength, would go great with this!  The older I get, the more it invites, that hip-hop has died while I’m still alive!  And learning to improve is better than any news;  Of how fast people turn and curse your every move. CHORUS I find myself awake! I can’t seem to make my mind sleep. x2   VERSE 3 I was chosen to open your mouth, 'till it’s frozen, Composing a flow to be proud of exposing. Showing a crowd what it means to emcee, Of how down isn’t out, it’s to grow more explosive! And this is how it’s done; moving while the beat erupts, As I experiment with the human experience. Busy and in a rush, the same, with nothing new. That’s why I’m talking to your gut, “Who the fuck are you?”  Been through enough shit, to know that’s tough shit! That’s what’s your stuck with. Glad that isn’t us, shit! What I’m dealing with is ill I confess; To put your ear to the stereo when we’re in effect. When I let go of desire, then to give is essential;  In fresh mode to fail my way to being successful. Taking action, imagine, rising above to accept who you are, As a way to become more persistent, my influence is next! So committed to overkill it, that’s as real as it gets!  When you picture what I’ve said, like they’re mental images, You can find me in your head without me ever paying rent. CHORUS I find myself awake! I can’t seem to make my mind sleep. x3 

Windmills - Bring Out the Sun

Stockpile Thomas: “You have a heart of gold. Don’t let them take it from you.” CHORUS SCRATCH “My soul leaves the body. First of all, bring out the sun. Get it.” VERSE This is it, I admit, for so long, I’ve resisted  To think that I’ve gotten this vicious with songs that’s I’ve written. Laughing at scars as I count the amount that there are  Like it’s none of your business. All that you have isn’t bad when it’s pushed to max  And I’m asking for more when you’re spent and collapse. It’s Frame, switching lanes like I’m ditching my car, Throwing you out of your own set of doors. I’ve made it, longer than favorites of yours. I don’t run the museum, but I’ve taken the tour. Deal with for real, you are wasting your skills As a person for cursing my name on a hill. ‘Till your back is broken in pieces  Someone will fill the position you’re reaching. Fight to the end, you’ll be praising the sun Like the people who know where we sampled this from. Grabbing my nuts isn’t easy with both hands; I’m holding two boulders as close as a slow jam. Might get a kick out of hearing that line  So do I, but I laugh, ‘cause it hurts all the time. Going forward, the awkward moment is over  If nobody told you we got more exposure. Words that I’ve wrote spilling out like they’ve had it  I’m at it beyond that I think that I’m rapping. I’m for the chosen few who know the rules of show and prove Who care to hold the truth, anywhere the flow is used. You’re my neighbor; it’s nothing but, flavor. The drum’s, they can change my behavior, it’s major! I’d carry a friend like a soldier to safety, In through the storm like the one that we’re making. Check where I’m from, what I’ve did, and I’m doing; Of how many years that I’ve spent writing music.  Over-prepared for the chair and the volts that it shares, ‘Till I stare into space everywhere. I’ll force you to upgrade, words on the pavement; To say something more then you’re not entertaining. This all remains, what I’ve wanted long since  I heard emcees before me utilizing content. You hear me knocking as if heaven’s door is closed, And I didn’t plant the right seeds for necessary growth. I’m aggressive with the flow so you can find the event  Bring little jokes, I consider that a minor offense. Eyes closed with your head down, rock to the beat  While you’re looking both ways, as if crossing the street. There’s no need to ask of how fat this track is. You’re full of only time that can’t go backwards. I’m living my life like I know what it’s meant for! Everything else is teaching me like a mentor. And being honest doesn’t keep you from the slaughter  It’s time you burn while I drink a glass of water. Instead buying more things that you can’t afford  You need to dust off that cardboard mat of yours. I break them off with the microphone my hand is on  As if I’m swinging from the chandeliers like they’re handle bars. I’m from another avenue, it’s only natural that my mentality  Is shatterproof with the right attitude! Framework, I’m who they try to forget. Going overboard like your feet were dry in cement,  And I’m probably on the shallow end for calling this deep thought  But things have chewed me up inside. I’ve needed to eat smart.  You’re camouflaged, blending in with the Amazon  While I’m jumping in a pool of sharks yelling cannonball!  Don’t be surprised, if I’m not as upset  Watching grown men crying over piles of debt. No longer waiting, for your chaos behavior  To outweigh my own thoughts of communication, ‘cause…  Isn’t it all quite a spectacle, to make the impossible, possible?   I’m after your jaws on the floor, when it happens, Shrugging it off like I heard people clapping.   This is as happy as I get when I’m asking  If you can turn words, into strength, into passion. What more could you want from a day out of breath?   Recording a song ‘till you’re dripping with sweat. I’m absurd every word in a verse is determined  To learn how you work like you’re closing my curtain.  Whether you dance or you stand and watch; Even though I never ran the block I damage spots.   I’m way past creating to feel like I’m naked;   Exposing myself and not sure what I’m thinking. Made the wrong choices, so many of times  Yet don’t think that I’m bad boy, ready to die.  And I’ve made up my mind if I’m taking a fall  Growth is what comes from the pain of it all. Enough of the wasted doubting; If you suffer, then suffer proudly!   Enough of the wasted doubting;   If you suffer, then suffer proudly! CHORUS SCRATCH “My soul leaves the body. First of all, bring out the sun. Get it.”

Windmills - Graffiti in the Night

VERSE 1 It's the paper. Yet, living this large is not the issue. Wish it wasn't such a mission to start what I continue. From signals that I misread, past the point extreme To leave the argument like you can find me out on shit's creek. Arguing over I'm not full of broken promises, Is like a junkie trying to dodge a street corner pharmacist. Haven't the foggiest of who's my audience Unless you’re gonna talk I need to call it quits and how it's obvious. I've seen the colors fade into a lack of courage Even after when I'm drunk enough to laugh at bridges burning. I'm sure if you can only imagine the total damage it's had on my sanity, Then you must be part of the planet. Don't even bother with yourself as being targeted Around how smart it is to be a part of this, without the confidence. A wall between us, over how to live your life. I'll write my name on your wall, like graffiti in the night. Nothing’s more liberating then when I don't feel ashamed To realize it wasn't meant for me to find an early grave. But the time and energy I spend to hold the pen is risky Like both my wrists are bleeding, screaming, “are you coming with me?!” I wouldn't be the kind to hit beneath the gut. I'm obsessed! Will you please get off my ding-a-ling and nuts?! You can call me whatever! I've been putting these words together When Biggie was just a capital letter, my flow was clever. I'm about it. They're louder than on an island and stranded Yelling, “anyone there?!”, surrounded by the water’s advantage. Overanalyze was not a plan of mine to grow as big. I'm my worst critic of everything that I ever did This guy said he used to lift weights with me in his head To find strength in the enemy and I was his friend. So hit the floor like in a store to rattle some poor bastard. Of empty the cash drawer or you’re letting it off at him. You really out to let the bullets turn us into Swiss cheese? Then to me, I'd be the most delicious piece of history. What's the age for you to talk about the glory days? Or walk around a dark cloud follows with the pouring rain. My good looks are fading faster by the minute Hearing nothing but your inner self that wants to be forgiven. I'm not above it? I smile at the people in denial. Who think of how it is can only mean that I don't put it down. CHORUS I’m gone! But rise like the sun, in the morning. I’m gone, gone, gone. Cocked like the gun. Heed the warning. VERSE 2 Late night doesn't fall by the waste side. I've wanted the sweet life, the way that I see life. With it over a beat box the culture it needs us. I'm running a fever. Can the warrior keep up? And in order to design the formula each time, I'm more than emcee rhymes, who I've wanted to be like. And I want you to rewind. It's important to me, find When you lift your head from staring at the ground Like your neck won't give to take another route when I get like this. More distraction is not what I need if your ego won't even let you be happy for me There's old friends I haven't said enough how much they meant Some of which that I don't even think I've told them yet You're staring at mad flavor, the wickedest track maker And this is the back breaker for things in a fast nature I'm uninspired if I got you feeling less cool. Try to imagine the stress of being successful. Experience is how I'm willing to grow. I'm out to raise a child as if the child was one of my own. Yeah, it's vicious, the road to riches. Had to change my approach; To enjoy it for what it is and not for what I had hoped. It's so refreshing! No waiting. I've celebrated my patience, The motivation I have to create and holding it sacred. You need to be you and not be them, to process this; For thinking I just talk real slick. I won't expire! I'm hip-hop’s ‘sigh of relief.’ You don't agree? Then God wanted you to die in your sleep. They keep telling me I'm this and that, but they know this shit is phat, What I've done and where I'm at, no such thing as turning back. Come on admit it, I'm polished and photogenic. To witness a flow this vivid is living a mile a minute. Your mind is the only type of a prison I want to visit; To look at the home you built for yourself and call it exquisite. My comfort level? Hey, I'm willing to risk ‘Till you’re thinking I'm ill enough to make the top of your list. I'm my greatest opponent, homey! And this moment is ours, And we want to blow your speakers like nobody does, ‘cause… OUTRO My golden years to spend as I choose, To document things I did or went through, to conquer them! This is why I wear my hat crooked. Mistook it? This is why I wear my hat crooked. Crazy Legs: “I saw Spy there and I saw him, and I’ll never forget. His hat was to the side, just like this. Now whenever I start breaking, I got a hat on, you know this is just like, straight Spy. This is the Spy in me, you know what I mean?”

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