BirdFlu

BIG on the underground
 What's the point of knocking me down?
 Everybody knows
 I'm already good on the ground
 Most of us stay strong
 Shit don't really bound us
 Then I go on my own
 Making bombs with rubber bands
 I have my hard down
 So I need a man for romance
 Streets are making em hard
 So they selfish little roamers
 Jumpin' girl to girl
 Make us meat like burgers
 When I get fat
 I'll pop me out some leaders
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 A protocol to be a Rocawear model?
 It didn't really drop that way
 My legs hit the hurdle
 A protocol to be a rocker on a label?
 It didn't really drop that way
 Our beats were too evil
 But I put away paper for later so I'm stable
 A better something better come
 So I could get cable
 Ghetto pops, food drops
 I store them in my stable
 I cook em up, pop em down
 Eat me it off ya a table
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 The village got on the phone
 Said the street is comin' to town
 They wanna check my papers
 See what I carry around
 Credentials are boring
 I burnt them at the burial ground
 Don't order me about
 I'm an outlaw from the badland
 Put away shots for later
 So I'm stable
 Live in trees chew on feet
 Watch lost on cable
 Bird flu gonna get you
 Made it in my stable
 From the crap you drop
 On my crop when they pay you.