Pigeon

[Vast Aire]

Metallic wing pigeon

Cannibal Ox

[Verse 1: Vast Aire]

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 cocoa and butter

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 archaeologists will find your skeletal frame

[El-P]

One, two, three, fo-

[Verse 2: Vordul Mega]

Eskimo medal doctrine locked in oxygen shell

Words shot plated metal lung which spun kids' carousel

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, ghetto flight bird

Getting fly like word, let it settle

I remember cats snatched off the pedal, stealing bike days

Doo-rags worn tight, Piranha bite waves

Smoke cheeba through the lung, Arabian camel

Fast like a cheetah now I'm knocked off my African sandal

God damn you! Ethiopian skin mechanical

Trapped in ghetto's mega yard where mega-hard

Arms swinging 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 lactose, metal cow got milk in her guts settling

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, debted by the car

No containers filled with lemonade, "You better get a job!"

Mother talked, just another hawk

Humiliated bodega food stamp transaction

Left me in corners, buckled me accompanied by evil hands clapping

Rocking 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