BIG on the underground
What's the point of knocking me down?
Everybody knows

I'm already good on the ground

Most of us stay strong

%#@! don't really bound us
Then 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'll pop me out some leaders


A protocol to be a Rocawear model?
It didn't really drop that way

My legs hit the hurdle

A protocol to be a rocker on a label?

It didn't really drop that way
Our beats were too evil


But 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
I cook em up , pop em down

Eat me it off ya a table

The 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
Don't 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.