Fly Like A Bird (feat. Dubee)

man im a coke rap spitter
 a hair pin trigger
 a crime rhyme dealer
 is iller but on the realler
 spin around jordan they at a loss
 for the words
 rap it up light though,
 FLY LIKE A BIRD
 nothing but baking soda the
 motorola do it well
 up in your face man with something
 to sell
 im like a chronic vision pigeon tiga
 just spinnin time with 45, 3, 57
 and 9s
 my figure 8, is real its not fake
 strawberry soda garlic bread and
 steak
 ahead in the chase and i hide
 behind the wheel
 you talk more money and we can
 make a deal
 (make a deal square ass n*)
 VERSE 2:
 im not a screw face, i keep my
 boots lased
 and listen to the homies brag about
 they gun case
 they off taste, crank beat with more bass
 my court date, and i came in hella late
 no false game, wear rains with no chains
 holla at the guard if u a rap cat mayne
 nickel plated, now the (?) is penetrated
 i put that on my life im glad you never made it
 raw hide, all in my blood line
 you never find a drug of me like no kind
 dont hide, cause it makes it more divine
 to put you in the firing line on valentines
 february, or was it january
 i lose my memory when it come to you canaries
 its necessary, on guard with what you carry
 split the middle of the suture and add the blueberry
 (interlude)
 im not a damn fool, i live by they rules
 base slang, and im doin my big thang
 make change, get bread to kick game
 i knows you got ass but yous a lame freak dame
 no shame, and im greedy to the brain
 you know the pit bull is off the chicka-chicka-chain
 crate-a-lane, on the freeway of pain
 i dont spend dollars on expenseive champagne
 rip hearts and i pound the sky larks
 petal to the medal in my wu-tang clarks
 new suede, from the stage to the grave
 hot days, means pistols in the shade
 it aint strange, motherfucker you sell cane
 add a little color to the picture frame
 the rhyme cheater, throw on the wife beater
 t-shirt jeans tennis shoes then see ya
 (interlude)
 and this analogy, is a new strategy
 and this academy is headed for a tragedy
 it sounds to me that you're tryin to break free
 and snakes like me dont allow that see
 at close range you can see my vertigo
 venom in the soul and im ready to let it go
 with no control, man it can grow like a rose
 and im standing right there in my Filmo' pose
 When a child cries, in the heart a father dies
 punch you in the eye to let you know that you alive
 lethal, both the prada eagles
 bumpin C-BO on the way to Tahoe
 Im stage left, at the store remian chef
 man cook it up and keep it from the A-T-F
 The barracuda, yo the rhyme roof shoota
 runnin down the stairs of the project do a
 kamakaze, rip your stargens for a hobby
 and rip it in the lobby man while kickin it with bobby
 you say the word, then here come the words put
 mustard on they rap and then FLY LIKE A BIRD