Dead Birds - RZA, Killah Priest, Shavo

Four scores, thousands of years ago

Ahhhhh

RZA, Killah PZA, Shza, chosen

Aiyyo camoflauged samurais…

Aiyyo camoflauged samurais, battle scars

Analog, his hands are claws, bears or Gods

Digi criminals, alkaline generals

We stick you for your minerals

You speak subliminal clues in interviews, log on

We send the news as Brooklyn Zoo, like psalms

Turn around disguised, standin on the roof with Merlin eyes

A wizard suit, I hurl these rhymes, down

Like twirlin dust devils, amongst the bad luck ghettos

I give 'em hope

Dead birds flyin with wings that’s broke

Dead birds flyin with wings that’s broke

Dead birds flyin with wings that’s broke

Dead birds flyin with wings that’s broke

With wings that’s broke, with wings that’s broke

With wings that’s broke, with wings that’s broke

With wings that’s broke, with wings that’s broke

With wings that’s broke

Metal blades, hand of the spade, duckin grenades

Cuttin through brigades, 20 men searchin for aid

Hurtin for days, murderous ways, left 'em decayed

I creeped, I creeped through the shade, back with that green jade

My teammate, rainin fire for dead gates

50 renegades send 'em leakin to the grave

My teammate, rainin fire for dead gates

50 renegades send 'em leakin to the grave