(chikka‑bock… chikka‑bock…)

Kids run up like “Chicken, what’s the deal”
He say “Two for a dollar if you wanna get real”
not here to to fight, he just move that maize
Got a lil’ corn stand with a lil smokey haze
dirty ol' bird sittin countin his stacks
got some type a corn make a bull relax

Yolk stay runny but the price stay firm
I’m the only bird here not chasin’ a worm
Baking soda and eggs, stir it inna pot (bock)
Chop it up, sell it on the block (the block)
Chicken Man steppin’ out lookin’ too clean
chain on his neck cuz he cant fly ( no way)
but he still gets high like every single day (get lifted)

Corn smell sweet, got the whole hood geeked
smoke that shit it'll burn ya beak.
Got kernels in the bucket, got cobs in the back
need a brick of corn, you can gimmie a stack.
triple beam here, its for this rhyme.
dont let a junkie smoke on borrowed time. (they broke)

He got sweet corn, street corn, roasted on the flame
He got kettle corn poppin’ like a runaway train
He got butter on deck, secret spice no name
He the only lil’ bird with a corn‑side game
Got a coop in the back where he stash his stock
Got a lil’ notebook where he track that clock
Got a rooster accountant who watch that flock
And a hen on lookout who patrol that block
He don’t fly, he don’t hide, he don’t run from heat
He just keep his lil’ stand on the same old street
If you pull up hungry, he’ll fix you a treat
Corn so good make a wolf turn sweet
scrachin for gold with his chicken feet

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(chikka‑bock… chikka‑bock…) Sunrise hit the coop, i go bock bock Crack corn, crack jokes, crack rocks im lit. If you hear that cluck, don’t hide If you see that beak, don’t slide Chicken Man run the whole east side aint no quack on dis block. no sir (thats bock) if you see a duck you gimme the word (bock) greasy ass chickin always gettin away(stay hot) Kids run up like “Chicken, what’s the deal” He say “Two for a dollar if you wanna get real” not here to to fight, he just move that maize Got a lil’ corn stand with a lil smokey haze dirty ol' bird sittin countin his stacks got some type a corn make a bull relax Yolk stay runny but the price stay firm I’m the only bird here not chasin’ a worm Baking soda and eggs, stir it inna pot (bock) Chop it up, sell it on the block (the block) Chicken Man steppin’ out lookin’ too clean chain on his neck cuz he cant fly ( no way) but he still gets high like every single day (get lifted) Corn smell sweet, got the whole hood geeked smoke that shit it'll burn ya beak. Got kernels in the bucket, got cobs in the back need a brick of corn, you can gimmie a stack. triple beam here, its for this rhyme. dont let a junkie smoke on borrowed time. (they broke) Kids run up like “Chicken, what’s the deal” He say “Two for a dollar if you wanna get real” not here to to fight, he just move that maize Got a lil’ corn stand with a lil smokey haze dirty ol' bird sittin countin his stacks got some type a corn make a bull relax He got sweet corn, street corn, roasted on the flame He got kettle corn poppin’ like a runaway train He got butter on deck, secret spice no name He the only lil’ bird with a corn‑side game Got a coop in the back where he stash his stock Got a lil’ notebook where he track that clock Got a rooster accountant who watch that flock And a hen on lookout who patrol that block He don’t fly, he don’t hide, he don’t run from heat He just keep his lil’ stand on the same old street If you pull up hungry, he’ll fix you a treat Corn so good make a wolf turn sweet scrachin for gold with his chicken feet

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