Cannibal Ox - Pigeon Lyrics
[Vast Aire]Metallic wing pigeon. . .Cannibal Ox. . .Birds of the same feather flock togetherCongested on a majestic street cornerThat's a short time goal for most of 'emCuz most of 'emWould rather expand their wings and hover over greater thingsThat's what we call inspired flightBy the pigeons that gotta eat pizza crust every nightAnd "Let there be light" was understoodWhen a mic-stand descended from up-and-above into the hoodAnd if my face is worth a thousand words when it's scarredI would only hope that two of those are coco and buttaTo heal the wounds of the tissue scarred to mark the death of my wombBut I've graduated, got my wingsAnd you've got to let go of my constructed Lego egg-o-waffle haloEh yo, I'm a black man with an AfricanDrum in my chest that beats on the opposite of the rightLet me know I got a breath leftIn this frigid fragile capsuleThat allows you to fly south before the winter winds trap youI wrap my "hell I made it" wetsuit stitchSo I can swim in elevators crazy wet through pissI'm just a pigeon with one mile leftThat doggy-paddles through this bullshit ocean of deathAnd these rags-to-riches words will break bonesLike the assassination of two birds with one stoneThat's why I don't associate with bird brains with their beaks in the airPelicans with wide jaws yap names for fish headsYou'll get tossed in the flamesWhere some ornithologist will find your skeletal frame[Vordul]Eskimo metal got shit locked in oxygen shellWords shot plated metal lung which spun kids' carrouselMega alarm technoloid these boys fight four arms swinging two toes very wellTerror toys jubilated mega noise when iron worksBullet shot animated mad windows with fireworksShinin' summer-time hydrantsSplash passing cars, now run ghetto tyrantsThese faces carry scars (mega large)Pigeons turn penguins talk fables cellularDetached Christ's WordBut freeze-frame gold chain swing Son of GodIceberg gem shines on the neck of ghetto flight birdGetting fly like wordLet it settleI remember cats snatched off the pedal (steal and bite days)Doo-rags worn tight (Piranha bite ways)Smoke cheeba through the lung Arabian camelFast like a cheeta now I'm knocked off my African sandalGod damn you! Ethiopian skin mechanicalTrapped in ghetto's meg-yard where mega-hardArms swing metal palms iron skin leopardHolding evil metal eagle attacks the desertParanoid fingertips stitched with three-fifty and seven metal shitTuckedbehind the belt ghetto style like delicate street etiquetteNever lacked toast metal cow got milk in the gut settlin'Cats gotta eat swallow beef horribly melanin mahoganyBlack boys feed face with rap noid (?)Eight arms working short circuit manufactured crack meltedSlinging shot guns through the mouth of cracked helmets, black felt itCats who pop flows shot heavy through the nostrilBrain sizzle grab the pistol and get hostileHe caught you alone fuse blownUnemployed 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 hawkHe nearly ate a bodega food stamp transactionLeft me in corners buckled me accompanied by evil hands clappin'Rockin' my "hell I made it" wetsuit stitchSo I can swim in elevators crazy wet through pissI rock my simulated air tank bitSo I can leave pressures of oxygen where my mic's litI'm just a pigeon
