Letras:
Little Wings Everybody

artifacts of demigodly zero logic denizens I just came in your arms tonight You and I are friends, not some polemic To be puzzled over, listened They set my wings

at night, with the ? and two mic Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs Head back to Brooklyn in the Expo Back on the block, I see the cops everybody

we wit these dicks Shots goin everywhere, everybody clappin but them niggaz that was standin there They fuckin disappeared I cut one yardy underneath his fuckin beard Still clappin, got everybody

a Old School track When I?m lookin' at the way you be shakin? yo rump Be makin? me wanna *** you for fakin? the funk And when yo? little gangsta ***

, bling bing, blow it in About to hear the fat lady sing Don't matter what I'm saying, it's the answer within But life's a jungle, everybody wants to

action guaranteed Wake up you've had an operation Ideals above your station Too much reality Think about the wasted time spending Watching mother nature's knees bending Everybody

Lyrical wizardry dances on MC's like Murray on SC's Never flaunt, now motherfuckers come test me Burnin' everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican parties

'm back All these fools talking smack, figure that It's been this way since Junior High, everybody whispering shit But like I said before jealous was never cool not even a little

, that I'm one of the baddest Little vato rapperos with rhymes that are massive Gigantic and deeper than Atlantis You wanna be like me? Homey you better fucking practice [Chorus] When the birds no longer use their wings