[intro solo bid rap] Yo, check this mic, one-two, three four—five times 6 Seven little sparrows doing backflips in the mix Eight on the branch, nine in formation, ten in flight Eleven crows counting decimals under moonlight Twelve blue jays posted, thirteen pigeons on the wire Fourteen flamingos stepping like they’re walking through fire Fifteen ducks in a row—sixteen say “quack” Seventeen geese roll deep, eighteen got my back Nineteen ravens calculating twenty in the sky Twenty-one canaries asking why numbers gotta fly Twenty-two hawks divide the circle, twenty-three say “prime” Twenty-four owls on the beat keeping perfect time [Spoken Word] Scrappy baby Scrappy baby Scrappy baby Scrappy baby Who's my sweet chebby angel? Not water. He says it is. He says you're drinking it. Can you not. Ice bird. *Chirp-chirp*, then a little head bob. Let me get it. Good job Good job Good job
