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, s**t 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