Birdflu lyrics

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.