Bird Flu

"Big on the underground What's the point of knocking me down? Everyone 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'm gonna pop me out some leaders I'm too cool to be a Rocawear model It didn't really drop that way My legs hit the hurdle I'm too cool to be a rocker on a label It didn't really drop that way My 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'em off a table 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. "