Birds With No Wings

You sober up punk
 I do it high
 I'm ridin' the wave in the shotgun that live
 Baby you turnin' me on
 And when you turnin' me off
 I think you better take some lessons yeah, from Diana Ross
 I'm shippin' birds with no wings
 All over seas
 And other people cop em at the hottest degrees
 I keep money for bail
 Because I never liked jail
 And I study A-plus student at Yale
 They say Andre Nickatina ya emcee number seven
 Smokin' weed up in heaven
 Born on 3/11
 Tigas and gods
 Liquor and bomb
 I look to my pad like the holy kerhan
 I'm shippin' birds with no wings
 All over seas
 I put em where they never heard raps like these
 I rhyme like calico cats
 And two loaded gats
 Now what mothafucka think he fuckin' with that?
 I be the special shishcabob on the grill with all steaks
 Call me a Mack truck with no brakes
 Or better yet a chef that love to bake cakes
 And get into anybody in any other state
 Grand wizard(?) baby, look at what I done
 We used to sex in ya basement now I'm number one
 With no desire
 I'm throwin' gasoline on the fire
 I don't like your record store if you're not a buyer
 Spin cycle
 It's sumthin' like a wash and dry
 And I be speakin' to my P.O with a serious lie
 You know the Matador
 The replican, the guillotine
 The money, the dope
 Homie, the triple beam
 Melody's soft but is heavy as weights
 We got the snottiest freaks
 With the sexiest face
 You better poka-bang-bang
 A chica-chica-chill
 A tumble down the hill
 Like Jack and Jill
 We say spin around broke witch
 Bust a ballerina
 I pro blow when Mark with Marina
 It's time
 Tiga I was bred to grind
 'N your zodiac sign
 N' up in the minds
 Man, the killa whale of hell
 Yell, strikin' down bail
 Wet you with the water
 Smack you with my tail
 Shit,
 I'm shippin' birds over seas
 ...(?)
 The number one Pisces
 Shit,
 It's me