Bird Flu lyrics

Artist  : M.i.a. 
Song : Bird Flu



 Send "Bird Flu" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Big on the underground, what's the point of
knocking me down?

Everyone knows I'm already good on the ground

Most of us stay strong, shit don't really bound
us

I can go on my own making bombs with rubber
bands



Have my hard dance, I'ma need a man for
romance

Streets are making 'em hard, so they selfish
little roamers

Jumping girl to girl, make us meat like
burgers

When I get fat I'm gon' pop me out some
leaders



Protocol to be a Rocawear model

It didn't really drop that way, my legs hit the
hurdle

Protocol to be a rocker on a label

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



Now I got a little paper for later so I'm
stable

Better something, better come, I could get
cable

Ghetto pops, food drops, store them in my
stable

Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off my table



Village got on the phone, said the street is
coming to town

They wanna check my papers, see what I carry
around

Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the
burial ground

They order me about I'm an outlaw from the
badlands



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