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Metallic wing pigeon. . . |
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Cannibal Ox. . . |
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Birds of the same feather flock together |
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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 that 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 |
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Lego egg-o-waffle halo |
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Eh yo, I'm a black man with an |
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African Drum in my chest that beats in the opposite of the right |
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Let me know |
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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 |
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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 archaeologist will find your skeletal frame [Vordul] |
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Eskimo me-dal doctrine 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 |
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Word But freeze-frame gold chain swing |
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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 (stealin' bike days) |
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Doo-rags worn tight (Piranha bite waves) |
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Smoke cheeba through the lung |
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Arabian camel |
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Fast like a cheeta now |
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I'm knocked off my |
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African sandal |
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God damn you! |
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Ethiopian skin mechanical |
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Trapped in ghetto's mega-yard where mega-hard |
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Arms swingin' metal palms iron skin leopard |
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Holding evil metal eagle attach the desert |
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Paranoid fingertips stitched with three-fifty plus 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 arachnoid |
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Eight arms working short circuit manufactured crack melted |
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Slinging shot gun through the mouth of cracked helmets, black felt it |
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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 |
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Medicaid, debted by the car, |
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Novocains filled with lemonade "You better get a job!" mother talked, just another hawk |
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Humiliated, 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 |
