WORD

[Intro: KRS-One Sample]
Words are symbols of reality
What is a bird?
B, I, R, D. Bird
That’s not what that thing is
That’s what you’ve been educated to call it…
Why can’t we call that, God?

[Verse 1: Angeaseus]
I stay high like every day of my life, if you feel me, say bird
I’ve been higher than the tower that they’re building to the moon on—bird
I get higher than them automated planes, you can fly ‘em, that’s—bird
But never higher than the time that we spend with one another—on bird!

Never higher than the moment that we bumped into each other—on bird
Never higher than the time that we shared a meal together, that’s word
Never higher than the moments when you see me really smiling—on bird
Well maybe high just can’t describe how I’m feeling when you smile back!

[Verse 2: WITS]
Yeah

I’m on the scene, choppin’ verbs, ns choppin’ verses
You f* wit me, it’s one-on-one—it’s a fin’ versus
You f**… wit my family, I’m f***in’ wit some curses

Yeah
Ayy, I’m ‘bout the beef, but I don’t f*** wit y’all—y’all hunt the bird
I be on the streets, 1st to the fin’ 31st—f wit me
Lil mof***a get his head straight burst

Yeah
They always tell me, “Bring the cash in first”
F*** what you talkin’ ‘bout, what’s a cashmere purse?
They gon’ catch yo’ ass straight slippin’
Don’t come cryin’ back to me for help
Once your door gets bashed-in first

(Ha)
They gon’ make yo’ ass meet the smith
Black smithy preferred
They gon’ roll yo’ ass in a spliff, roll you up in dirt

(Lemme tell you)
I could show you nasty-some work
Bats v. Birds—meet me in the alleyway
N****s holler “Pass me the grip”
“Pass me the work”

Girl such a flirt
Met me at the bar, they tryna follow me home and line me
Slime me the next, line me in the dirt
N***a, I’ma find me a way

Ns want a slice of the fin’ pie when it’s ate
Vibe really straight
Came back up
Like a motherfin’ zombie
Just like some vomit

Yeah
I’m climbin’ right up
Climbin’ right up
N****s know I’m climbin’ right up
Climbin’ right up

This climate got ns linin’ up
To kill every bird in the fin’ sky, na
Fillet of the five fingers
Ya paws is cut, ya claws is stubs

I thought I was talkin’ to a group of adults
But y’all play games that are five and up
Get lapped, b****
Yeah, it’s W.I.T.S, n***a—what?

[Refrain: WITS]
Yeah
I’m on the scene, choppin’ verbs, ns choppin’ verses
You f* wit me, it’s one-on-one—it’s a fin’ versus
You f**… wit my family, I’m f***in’ wit some curses

Yeah
Ayy, I’m ‘bout the beef, but I don’t f*** wit y’all—y’all hunt the bird
I be on the streets, 1st to the f***in’ 31st
It’s ᴚ.i.ᴘ