Black Feather Nigga

Black feather in a white storm, nigga I’m the omen,

County coop whisper, bitch, I’m chosen not broken,

Egg crack open, see the light keep glowin’,

Cock crow sunrise, my shadow still growin’.

 

Black feather in the blizzard, vision cut through the static,

Coop lookin’ timid, bitch I’m different, automatic,

County grave full of chickens, I’m the phoenix in the attic,

Spit scripture like a pastor, but my sermon’s cinematic.

 

Birdshot or a word shot, both split through the skin

Shells in the yard — is it bullets or hens?

County clock on my chest, heartbeat for revenge,

Every line double-loaded, every bar break a fence.

 

Eyes watch when I strut, that’s the Feds and the hawks,

The coop is full of whispers, but my talk split the locks,

Hen house look religious, but their prayer feel like plots,

Cock crow in the distance, I’m the ghost in the crops.

 

Feather blacker than a warrant, nigga target when I land,

County pen full of predators, I write with both hands,

Hen scratch in the dirt, bitch I carve out demands,

The coop feel like prison, I’m the break in the plans.

 

Bird brain chatter, scatter when I hit the scene,

Nigga cluckin’ sound funny, bitch I’m crackin’ through the seams,

County farm feel haunted, I’m the nightmare in they dreams,

Feather sharp like a shank, write bars that bleed.

 

Eggshells crack like cuffs when the judge yell “life,”

Nigga yolk turn to gold, alchemy in the night,

Cockfight in the alley, every strike is a rite,

County coop can’t contain all the rage that I write.

 

Lone black feather, county prophet with scars,

Hen house politician, but I’m different with bars,

Bitch I crow like a sermon, paint a sky full of stars,

Every wing cut the wind, every verse leave a mark.

 

Birdman of the barn, nigga cash flow illicit,

Double-meaning in my lyrics, county code when I spit it,

Hen house Judas whispers, I’m the Christ they ain’t admit it,

Egg crack like communion, bitch the blood been committed.

 

Eyes red from the watch, that’s the devil in disguise,

Goat in the shadows, horns glisten in my eyes,

Feather burn like a candle, bitch I’m holy when I rise,

County coop crucifix, I’m the martyr they despise.

 

Nigga coop full of vultures, circle when I’m weak,

But my tongue blade sharp, every word cut deep,

County graveyard shift, I don’t talk, I preach,

Hen house cold stares, bitch I flame up the beat.

 

Featherweight fighter, nigga punches too heavy,

County Chevy full of shells, bitch I clutch when it’s ready,

Hen house painted pretty, but the basement look deadly,

Cock crow like a siren, resurrection come steady.

 

Michelangelo in the mud with the chalk,

Every bar be a mural, every rhyme leave a mark,

County coop feel medieval, I’m Da Vinci in the dark,

Black feather renaissance, bitch I turned pain to art.

 

Nigga coop conversation stop when I walk,

Chickens freeze in they posture, bitch I silence they talk,

Every grain that I touch turn to bread when I balk,

County Judas in disguise, but my talon gon’ chalk.

 

Hen house prison yard, nigga bars in the straw,

Cock fight gladiator, blood paint on the wall,

Nigga barn full of rumors, but my flow kill ’em all,

County rooster in the pulpit, bitch I preach till they fall.

 

Eggshell halo, yolk crown on my head,

I'm crucified daily, but I rose from the dead,

Hen house couldn’t cage me, county lines couldn’t tread,

Every feather black scripture, every rhyme what I bled.

 

Conservative, sinkin’ in tradition,

I’m the glitch in the system, bitch I spit premonition,

County schism on my name, but my aim be precision,

Cock crow Armageddon, I’m the end they envisioned.

 

Hen house vultures lurkin’, county ghost in the rafters,

Nigga, death on the tongue, but my life what they after,

Every chapter I write turn disaster to laughter,

Egg crack prophecy, bitch I hatch into rapture.