Wordy Bird

[Verse 1] He’s a feathered troubadour with a mouth like a motor, Flew the coop, hit the trees by the neon-lit corner. Right above the hip-hip club where the bass goes thunk, And the dancers shake shoulders till the city gets drunk. That bird soaked up every line, every rhyme, every tease Now he’s riffin’ from the branches like a gossiping breeze. Mimickin’ the DJ, mockin’ every late-night flirt, Droppin’ punchlines on the pavement till the mornings hurt. [Pre-Chorus] He’s got chatter in his feathers and a script in his beak, You’d swear the little loudmouth never slept for a week. Every “yo,” every “hey,” every “mm-hmm” heard Spit back raw by the neighborhood’s wordy bird. [Chorus] Wordy bird, talkin’ wild in the trees, Droppin’ hot takes on the folks and the breeze. Wordy bird, got a mouth never still Shoutin’ “shake it, bake it, break it!” from the windowsill. Wordy bird, from the night to the dawn Spillin’ tea on the lady walking poodles on the lawn. Wordy bird, yeah he’s runnin’ the show A feathered paparazzi with a nonstop flow. [Verse 2] Now he’s sittin’ over Benny with the beat-up mower, Mockin’, “Push it, push it, buddy ..could ya go any slower?” He heckles low riders with the chrome so clean, “Hydraulics, baby! Hit the scene, make it lean!” Shouts at joggers, flirts with drifters, whistles back at the mail .. Repeats every conversation from the last yard sale. He’s a social-media meltdown with wings and flair .. Goin’ viral in the branches over Maple and Blair. [Pre-Chorus] He’s got chatter in his feathers and a script in his beak, Yeah the whole dang block knows his voice by the week. Every rumor, every whisper, every half-baked word ... He turns it into rhythm like a hip-hop bird. [Chorus] Wordy bird, talkin’ wild in the trees, Droppin’ hot takes on the folks and the breeze. Wordy bird, got a mouth never still .. Shoutin’ “shake it, bake it, break it!” from the windowsill. Wordy bird, from the night to the dawn .... Roastin’ dudes in the driveway waxing cars till they’re gone. Wordy bird, yeah he’s runnin’ the show .. A tropical comedian with nonstop flow. [Bridge] Oh, he’s a chatterbox, a clatterbox, A rooftop-raisin’ paradox, Echo chamber overlord High-fivin’ clouds with vocal chords. Feathered freaky MC king Spittin' slang on everything. Every phrase he overheard Becomes a verse That wordy bird. [Final Chorus] Wordy bird, talkin’ wild in the trees, Droppin’ hot takes like a pro with ease. Wordy bird, got a jab, got a thrill “Yo baby, keep movin’ till the night stands still!” Wordy bird, from dusk till dawn, Still squawkin’ ‘bout the lady mowin’ lines on her lawn. Wordy bird ...never quiet, never blurred Say hello to the legend, the loud, the proud, WORDY BIRD.