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. shit 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.