| Congested on a majestic street corner
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| That’s a short time goal for most of 'em
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| Cuz most of 'em
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| Would rather expand their wings and hover over greater things
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| That’s what we call inspired flight
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| By the pigeons that gotta eat pizza crust every night
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| And Let there be light was understood
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| When a mic-stand descended from up-and-above into the hood
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| And if my face is worth a thousand words when it’s scarred
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| I would only hope that two of those are coco and butta
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| To heal the wounds of the tissue scarred to mark the death of my womb
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| But I’ve graduated, got my wings
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| And you’ve got to let go of my constructed Lego egg-o-waffle halo
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| Eh yo, I’m a black man with an African
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| Drum in my chest that beats on the opposite of the right
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| Let me know I got a breath left
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| In this frigid fragile capsule
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| That allows you to fly south before the winter winds trap you
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| I wrap my hell I made it wetsuit stitch
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| So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss
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| I’m just a pigeon with one mile left
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| That doggy-paddles through this bullshit ocean of death
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| And these rags-to-riches words will break bones
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| Like the assassination of two birds with one stone
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| That’s why I don’t associate with bird brains with their beaks in the air
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| Pelicans with wide jaws yap names for fish heads
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| You’ll get tossed in the flames
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| Where some ornithologist will find your skeletal frame
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| Eskimo metal got shit locked in oxygen shell
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| Words shot plated metal lung which spun kids’carrousel
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| Mega alarm technoloid these boys fight four arms swinging two toes very well
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| Terror toys jubilated mega noise when iron works
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| Bullet shot animated mad windows with fireworks
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| Shinin’summer-time hydrants
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| Splash passing cars, now run ghetto tyrants
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| These faces carry scars (mega large)
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| Pigeons turn penguins talk fables cellular
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| Detached Christ’s Word
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| But freeze-frame gold chain swing Son of God
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| Iceberg gem shines on the neck of ghetto flight bird
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| Getting fly like word
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| Let it settle
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| I remember cats snatched off the pedal (steal and bite days)
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| Doo-rags worn tight (Piranha bite ways)
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| Smoke cheeba through the lung Arabian camel
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| Fast like a cheeta now I’m knocked off my African sandal
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| God damn you! |
| Ethiopian skin mechanical
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| Trapped in ghetto’s meg-yard where mega-hard
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| Arms swing metal palms iron skin leopard
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| Holding evil metal eagle attacks the desert
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| Paranoid fingertips stitched with three-fifty and seven metal shit
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| Tucked behind the belt ghetto style like delicate street etiquette
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| Never lacked toast metal cow got milk in the gut settlin'
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| Cats gotta eat swallow beef horribly melanin mahogany
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| Black boys feed face with rap noid (?)
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| Eight arms working short circuit manufactured crack melted
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| Slinging shot guns through the mouth of cracked helmets, black felt it Cats who pop flows shot heavy through the nostril
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| Brain sizzle grab the pistol and get hostile
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| He caught you alone fuse blown
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| Unemployed screaming That’s why I robbed you!
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| Tired of the Medicaid, deaded by the car (?) Novocain filled with lemonade
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| You better get a job! |
| mother talked, just another hawk
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| He nearly ate a bodega food stamp transaction
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| Left me in corners buckled me accompanied by evil hands clappin'
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| Rockin’my hell I made it wetsuit stitch
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| So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss
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| I rock my simulated air tank bit
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| So I can leave pressures of oxygen where my mic’s lit
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| I’m just a pigeon |