Bird
A M Lyrics
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What's the point of knocking me down?
Everyone 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
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'm gonna pop me out some leaders
I'm too cool to be a Rocawear model
It didn't really drop that way
My legs hit the hurdle
I'm too cool to be a rocker on a label
It didn't really drop that way
My 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'em off 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.
The lyrics of A M’s song “Bird” reflect the struggles and challenges of being an underground artist. The singer starts by saying that they are already good on the ground, so they don’t see the point in anyone trying to knock them down. They talk about how most underground artists stay strong and are not held back by anything, but they are forced to operate alone, making bombs with rubber bands. The singer discusses their struggles with relationships, specifically needing a man for romance, but acknowledging how the streets make men into selfish roamers, who jump from girl to girl.
The singer acknowledges the harsh realities of their environment and how it affects people, making them hard and unable to commit to anyone. The world is like a meat grinder, just making people into burgers to be consumed by the masses. The singer is aware of how they are perceived by others, acknowledging that they are too cool to be a Rocawear model or a rocker on a label, but still wanting something bigger and better to come so they can make it onto cable.
The song ends by mentioning the struggles of living in the ghetto, with food drops and storing them in stables. The singer observes how the village got on the phone to check their papers and the only thing that saved them was burning their credentials at the burial ground. The singer acknowledges their role as an outlaw from the badland, who puts away shots for later to remain stable. The song ends with a warning that the bird flu is going to get you, mentioning how the singer made their way from the crap you drop on their crops when you pay them.
Line by Line Meaning
Big on the underground
I have a strong following in the underground scene.
What's the point of knocking me down?
Why bother trying to bring me down? It's not going to work.
Everyone knows
My talent is already recognized by many.
I'm already good on the ground
I'm already successful and don't need to prove myself.
Most of us stay strong
We keep going despite challenges.
Shit don't really bound us
Adversity won't hold us back.
Then I go on my own
I pursue my own path.
Making bombs with rubber bands
I'm resourceful and make do with what I have.
I have my hard down
I'm emotionally guarded.
So I need a man for romance
I desire emotional connection with a partner.
Streets are making 'em hard
The harsh environment is toughening people up.
So they selfish little roamers
People are becoming more self-centered and wandering aimlessly.
Jumpin girl to girl
Women are being objectified and treated like meat.
Make us meat like burgers
People treat us like disposable commodities instead of human beings.
When I get fat
When I become successful and powerful.
I'm gonna pop me out some leaders
I will create and nurture future leaders.
I'm too cool to be a Rocawear model
I don't conform to mainstream ideals of what's considered 'cool'.
It didn't really drop that way
Things didn't happen as easily as I thought they would.
My legs hit the hurdle
I encountered obstacles and setbacks.
I'm too cool to be a rocker on a label
I don't want to sell out and compromise my artistic vision.
My beats were too evil
My music was too unconventional and subversive.
But I put away paper for later so I'm stable
I save money for the future so I'm financially secure.
A better something better come
I'm hoping for something better to come in the future.
So I could get cable
So I could afford to have cable TV.
Ghetto pops, food drops
I stock up on cheap, non-perishable food items.
I store them in my stable
I keep them safe and secure for later use.
I cook em up, pop em down
I cook and eat the food I have stored.
Eat'em off a table
I find joy and appreciation in simple things like eating a meal.
The village got on the phone
People are gossiping and spreading rumors.
Said the street is comin to town
People from outside the village are coming to cause trouble.
They wanna check my papers
They want to verify my identity and intentions.
See what I carry around
Evaluate and judge me based on my possessions.
Credentials are boring
Having the right qualifications isn't enough to succeed.
I burnt them at the burial ground
I rejected traditional paths to success and instead followed my own.
Don't order me about
Don't try to control or boss me around.
I'm an outlaw from the badland
I'm a rebel who operates outside conventional norms.
Put away shots for later so I'm stable
I save my resources for later so I'm prepared for anything.
Live in trees chew on feet
I live a simple, primitive lifestyle.
Watch lost on cable
I find entertainment in cheap, simple pleasures like watching TV.
Bird flu gonna get you
You're going to suffer the consequences of your actions someday.
Made it in my stable
I achieved success on my own terms and in my own way.
From the crap you drop on my crop when they pay you
You're damaging my work and creations by spreading negativity and being destructive.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: MATHANGI ARULPRAGASAM, DAVID JAMES ANDREW TAYLOR
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sticknstonesbrkbones
hahaha me too.
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Bully Maguire
This is stuck inside my brain forever
Scoop_bap_ Diddly_do
Waasseerrllooss mee too
Suraj Verma
same
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Lol
cezar
Me too
Ex-Cadet Perry
I'm glad I am not the only one
Marisa Tamayo
THIS SONG LITERALLY IS IN EVERY SCENE WHEN FALCON SHOWS UP IN MARVEL CRACK
Alexandra Pop
I see you're a person of culture as well
Marisa Tamayo
@Alexandra Pop thanks, dude.
Alexandra Pop
@Marisa Tamayo i'm a girl lol
And i saw your favourite books video and i love HP too. You also seem like a nice person, you should post more often :)