M.I.A.
BirdFlu lyrics
Songwriters: Arulpragasam, Maya; Taylor, Dave
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
Think 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 gon' pop me out some leaders
Protocol to be a Rocawear model?
It didn't really drop that way my legs hit the hurdle
Protocol to be a rocker on a label?
It didn't really drop that way, my beats were too evil
Now, 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
Cook 'em up, pop 'em down eat me it off ya table
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
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
BirdFlu lyrics © Zomba Music Publishers Ltd.
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