We Got The Birds

[Intro: Teebird] Yo, yo, word is bond Form like Voltron Uh, uh keep it gritty, huh [Hook: Errbody] W-w-we got the birds, so flee out the burbs You better quit gum flapping or it's gun clapping You know we got the verse We got the birds, speak out your hearse You might lose an appendage or we might Write your death sentence with these nouns and verbs [Verse 1: Algernon] Birds learned to hop, man walked up right We never really talk, it only makes you uptight Eyes to the sky take a rare chance to fly I’ll leave you a stone where your ancestors lie Engraved on it, my promise will be a target Celestial air strike get a comet to bomb it And my condolence, doesn’t mean I condone it It means it’s my life and I can’t just disown it Highlander, live and die by the blade Everyday a new fight and a new grave Love lost life lost surviving in my scars A face made of war paint a God in the stars Calling out to me, calling out to you A manifest destiny so what you gonna do Face up to your fate, or slowly back down Either way I have to leave you cold on the ground [Hook] [Verse 2: SDBB aka BBDS :2 esreV] I know I bottle all my rhymes up until the suppressors broke So get up off my balls bitch, I am not professor Oak [Hook] [Verse 3: Ottafiyah] Tee said that he got the bird Needed to call the expert So I got picked up by chauffeurs Yiff Squad, rep my furs Young guns on the scene, like an NRA scenario Rand Paul, liberty flow Kill this track, leave it John Doe Watch the soul of the track fly Like the pegasus inside I've been blessed by the martyr The human face, divine Can't let my nation be the villain Trying to steal from our children Gotta keep fighting for the future Trying to lead a movement, give my country the suture Modern revolution, fought on the computer [Hook] [Verse 4: OrangeJuneyahSimpson AKA Juneyah AKA Mute Spittah] I spit this shit from my soul, from the Omnitrix Smoked out. Dispensing knowledge to the pharmacists See with the haze my blueprint is a haze I Just Blaze, skip around my destiny and pave A new information highway for the kids Corrupting young minds, for this crime you don't live They try to feed me hemlock; I sip the poison right untill the pen drop Right until these Ken MCs running the game stop Running around, screaming nothing, making up sounds Get a million plus sales, they get a million plus rounds Put they asses in the catacombs with rap's royal family I'd trade all the Maybachs for Death Row happily