Universe

[sral]

"Scarecrows" (2014)

Hey, they say you were the needle in your hay day
I’m a staple in this forum, we ain’t on the same page
I judge a book by its cover if the author’s the same
Can’t stomach my pain, you buckle under the weight
Suffice it to say posting underground’s a waste
Unearth rappers til they garbage floating in outer space
I’ll face the music, I see-notes when taking bets
And serenade ya death like Syrian children laid to rest
Get it? Serin aid ya death? That’s a bit of a stretch
But I’d rather pull a muscle than sit on the bench
I guess I’m walking through those in hot pursuit
Fucking tools, y’all just screwdrivers like prostitutes
I alter time space continuums while you sang in a booth
So I’m makin’ Neptunes while you make inept tunes
Fans betray you then hop off the bandwagon
Do combat in Spanish faggot, you lost in translation
They say religion is blind so I maced a reverend
I guess I’m hell bent on going straight to heaven
You an internet legend? That fame can’t feel right
How many people can recite ya rap name in real life?
Drop boatloads of rhymes with nothing to show for ‘em
So I’ll only throw you a lifeline if you postmortem
(Post more them) I use brackets til I got it mastered
(This pattern rescued more bars than Jon Taffer)
We’ve battled before, Christ, not even in rap terms
Perhaps you’re thinking it’s one AD like a half turn
Now man-dating a policy just sounds a tad iffy
You politically correct, a tax hiker like a grizzly
Attacks hiker, get me? You got to leave the track
The road to success takes you off the beaten path
There’s a methadone to my madness if I take the lab
A maniac fixin’ to do good like I’m breaking bad
How insane is that? Well I draw on white walls
So when I lash out I don’t mean above the eyeball
Try to-face your fall, I’ll leave a dent in your plot
Leave bodies bullet riddled, you a questionable shot
Caught between a rock and hard place when y’all drop
Cuz I nod off like a starving wolf with its paw caught
I’m on top but deep down I’m violent as fuck
Won by the skin of my teeth now I’m biting the dust
Might as well cut the act like a director that yells
Rappers are push-up bras, we know they flatter themselves
I’m putting you under dog, give the trigger a squeeze
When I say money talks it’s just a figure of speech
Evening odds all day, I will banish the human race
So chalk full of lines I can vanish without a trace
Made my last ditch effort infiltrate Satan’s dungeon
Dragged in heaven’s gates, I’m a gateway drug bitch
I got an air of superiority, medicate the lungs quick
Fuck rap, you so gassed I can’t even say you toxic
If y’all sick I control the weather you’re under
Whether lightning or thunder I’m low key like Thor’s brother
Being the ninth world wonder means I don’t exist
I usually telegraph my punches, this time I phoned it in
“Stupidity’s a talent for misconception”, that’s a quote
Credit goes to Edgar Allen Poe, how apropos
Now everyone is ravin’ about my last two posts
Not knowing I just recycled some old trash I wrote
I chose fresh concepts but the best were canned
What good is a shelter if the bombs never land?
If I pull a rabbit from a hat it’s no magic act
I’m just a creature of habit with no habitat
All these buffalo bills got me cutting back
So I wait with bated breath before I shut my trap
Hip hop bumps ya tracks but when fronted cash…
I’ll bet you go pop like it’s plastic bubble wrap
So keep this under wraps like a boxer’s hand
This is not channel surfing, this is On Demand
Go with the flow? Going mainstream is not the plan
I’ll lie in a sea of emcees til I reach the promise land
Number one in my field, who’s the second around?
No one, on the real, like a projection countdown
So laugh out loud asshole, we know rap is a joke
Show’s over scarecrows, go back-to-your-posts…