Haha vultures, i see them circling around our culture.
Watch em' devour the beef, and try to force feed me brochures.
Oh sure, for years I've laughed at lab rats who have gats,
Wear flat hats, and stab backs like we're playing mortal kombat.
Let's make stray cats face facts; stop staring at the sun.
It's strange to me, how can it be? These kids are acting dumb for fun.
Why succumb to the pressures from a lesser man?
Somebody must have dosed your frying pan with tryptophan.
We need some saran wrap to trash can those wack raps,
Kids with my complex have are known to have maps.
You're altering duck quacks, i can't fuck with the bird call.
So I attack crushing yolk sacs, tipping the see saw.
Yeah, I might seem raw, cause these emcees are bourgeois.
On stage like look at me ma, then spitting that blah blah.
I get the last hurrah, walk in the club with a bone awl,
Ask where I'm headed, I'll say beheading vultures, haha!

Haha vultures, when you spoke it was a joke.
Acting like you made the wheel when you're really just a spoke.
Haha vultures, I see the fire's getting stoked.
Watch these dudes stroke their ego's while they bum each other smokes.
Haha vultures, when you spoke it was a joke.
Acting like you made the wheel when you're really just a spoke.
Haha vultures, you better watch who you provoke.
Get coked, grab the mic and choke, but you're underneath my yoke.

Vultures can't understand what I'm trying to emote.
When I evoke these ewoks all they do is hold their throats.
I'll make swallow soap because they spewing hollow words,
I'll grab these shit birds by the feathers and make 'em swallow turds.
You're acting hard as hell but seem to practice being flaccid.
Send postcards from your backyard, your rap 'career' is hardly active.
I'm far from passive, I'll leave your shitty city burned and charred,
E.M.'s commin' fat like lard, we'll give you blowhards no regard.
You're proudly starred and spangled, I see you calling me newfangled.
But the way your brain is angled, leaves you liable to get strangled.
We mangle kids who hang dull, redirect your eyeballs.
On friday night you hit the pub crawl while I'm reppin' that piebald
style, got that fly on the wall of your mind perspective.
Live and let live? No, only after your dissection.
Survival of the fittest? Money turned the game into caca.
What's the meat in this pasta? I told you son, it's vulture.


Haha vultures, when you spoke it was a joke.
Acting like you made the wheel when you're really just a spoke.
Haha vultures, I see the fire's getting stoked.
Watch these kids stroke their ego's while they bum each other smokes.
Haha vultures, when you spoke it was a joke.
Acting like you made the wheel when you're really just a spoke.
Haha vultures, better watch who you provoke.
Get coked, grab the mic and choke, but you're underneath my yoke.

You're just a joke big bird, you leave us all laughing.
You don't understand the difference between talent and passion.
Eager beaver and Stark smash deceivers in the dark,
Rip apart these sharks and feed 'em to a movement with a heart.
So watch the sparks and gasoline live in perfect harmony,
Vultures think they've got some status but they aint harming' me.
They swarm like bees, but their stupidity stole the sting,
Rock your fake ass bling, but your lyrics don't mean a thing.
So in verbal fights these fashionites ain't rappin' tight,
My advice is 'get a fucking life'!
And get your wings clipped, vultures get their wings clipped!