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