Know Your Chicken by Matto Cibo
16 years ago, one day - I was walking down the street - I was cruising in
Brooklyn - You know what I'm saying? - Something was cooking - but,
wasn't yet a chicken - There was a man - selling chicks in a box - He
said, "2 for 1, but 3 for 2" - I said, "That's not bad - here's money for you"
One was magenta, the other was blue - I KNOW MY CHICKEN - YOU
GOT TO KNOW YOUR CHICKEN - One day, the blue one went away
The other grew up f**kin' well - She was noisy every night - I had always
chicken-bithe - Then I met a lover - One night, she made me dinner
Licking finger, I wondered - where she got the chicken - I KNOW MY
CHICKEN - YOU GOT TO KNOW YOUR CHICKEN -Spare the rod and
spoil the chick - before you go and sh*t a brick - I KNOW MY CHICKEN
YOU GOT TO KNOW YOUR CHICKEN - She went to college to study
anatomy - I followed her father's butchery - We got 2 babies. Isn't it cool?
One is Magenta, the other is Blue - I KNOW MY CHICKEN - YOU GOT TO
KNOW YOUR CHICKEN