Bird Flu Lyrics - Kala - M.i.a.

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 

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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 

Photos 

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.