Big Windy 09 - Big Windy ft. Armen Rah
A hardcore track defending the honor of the City of Chicago.
A self-trained musical mimic from Chicago who currently works out of Orange County, CA, soundtrack's original compositions are designed to make people dance, fa
Story behind the song
Original beat was used by director Don Likovich in "World on Fire" (2005, Independent), but was adapted for album with a much grittier soundscape. One of Mista Fly Lice's favorite beats ever.
Lyrics
BIG WINDY
written by peter kim, ralph mcconnell
I’m a lost soul from the North Pole and I
Got flow hitting u through the torso
Ya body language showing a lot of anguish
Laryngitis from ya voice, ya just strained it
You wanna make moves in dark rooms
Where most lose the ability to act smooth
It’s a shame how the game be lyrically slapped
With my wide wingspan like Marcus Camby
I’m from the city where it’s “show and prove,”
“Kiss and tell,” hands up like “What the hell?”
You wanna come my way, either that or the highway,
Thinking u got flawless beauty like Saana La-?
Then what u ask me for, talking that
Bull sh** , I aint listening no more
You might be rich but on the streets you poor
I got connects that stretch from Antioch to Flossmoor
Welcome to the Big Windy, try not to die
The original Sin City, she owns you for life
It’s the City of Sinners, City of Bitter Winters,
City of Dirty Killers in the darkness pullin’ triggers
They gonna find you floatin’ down in the Chicago River
So put the microphone down before you’re missin’ your liver
Memories of the Big Windy still leave scars on me
So when I realized that the time is now those scars shine happily
I’m just a regular guy, from the city of Chi
Don’t give a f*** if u ready or not, I do my thang
Got the burner and it’s ready to pop
Taking matters into my own hands, in my homeland
Escape through the fire escape still can’t escape
The evil leading u up to the Pearly Gates
My trigger finger waiting patiently at 63rd and Yates
Can’t quite determine the hurt from the hate
Like them D’s and King’s bustin’ at each other from
Humboldt, the Man laughin’ watchin’ us tumble
I snatch a piece of the pie even if it’s crumbled
Pass the buck? Yeah, well, that’s what some do
A killer on the mic, precise and relentless, I wanna
Cool off in the lake but there’s too much asbestos
You hearing the message? I ain’t trying to stress it
The love of my city, I’m just trying to protect it
If I had a
Penny that shine for every n*** that rime
I’d unwind on island beaches with no tanline
Can’t survive in this game with an ounce of skill
I got pounds of talent, dawg, with an ounce of kill, no choking
No joking when I’m up in the cyph’
Lyrically I got the blade, slicing you with the knife
Do it just right… see the scar from the incision?
Live or die by the gun, that’s your decision
20/20 vision leads us through impossible missions
Don’t listen to politicians spittin’ out contradictions
[If you’re] Talkin’ sh** about my city, you expect me to listen?
Carthaganian women welcome to HANIBL’s kitchen
Ready for carnage, destroy the competition
I’m a muthaf*** in’ surgeon with poetic percision
All the drama in the streets keep me in good condition
Love from Larabee to Laramie on Division, what?
