El-P - Pigeon lyrics

[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 Cuz 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 bu*ter To heal the wounds Of the tissue scarred to mark the d**h 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 bullsh** ocean of d**h And these rags-to-riches words will break bones Like the a**a**ination of two birds with one stone That's why I don't a**ociate 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 [Verse 2: Vordul Mega] Eskimo medal 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 pa**ing 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 sh** 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