Текст песни M.I.A. - Bird Flu

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

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

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.