The Møjavi Burn - Scarecrows

I know a melancholy deeper than the sounds produced by the vocal cords of Chali 2na
With the instrumental, I get intimate like a couple doing kama sutra
The Mojavi Burn and The Game Changer-that's my bro, one bomb producer
Like the clergy do liturgy, give us our praise, our hallelujah
You don't frighten, you are just a hater tryna get under my skin like a ringworm
Mommy told me not to play with girls like you; you'll expose me to a lot of germs
Icky, itchy, my body squirms; what chu talking, I'm not concerned
Bitch, do you know who the fuck I am? I go by the name of The Mojavi Burn
Do I look like I wear make up? Nigga, please... miss me with that shade
I can tell you're the type to act brave, talk big, get the biz, and catch fades
The type to get lured to the bat cave, tryna buy sone poom-poom off backpage
And contract AIDS, ring-around-the-rosies, pockets-full-of-posies, black plague
And that's if you don't get robbed and injured and rendered impoverished
By men who are vicious, malicious, most wicked, and twisted, and who love un-godly-ness
You's a scarecrow... I don't wanna have to state the obvious
But there's no airflow, no oxygen to your head: your noggin, bitch
It's only the birds that you disturb until they realize
You don't move
It's only the birds that you disturb until they realize
You don't move
It's only the birds that you disturb until they realize
You don't move
It's only the birds that you disturb
I'll pay you dust, I don't have the time of day for decoys or scarecrows
Let me adjust my scope, my focus. I ain't got no time for no hocus-pocus
I got bills to pay, I'm tryna build today; Sheeit, ain't nobody tryna live their life broke and hopeless
You haters are the toenail fungus among us, be fronting like I don't write the dopest opus
Face it, I am the cream of the crop while you are certainly not the ferocious locust
I'll admit I had a fear. I had a phobia of failure... and the idea of falling
Like Alecia Keys but not in love, rather Worldstar, fight-comp, knocked out, sprawling
I wanna grab life by the balls and travel with them: shoot, alleyoop, and trot the globe-balling
Once upon a time, I was told that I was black gold by Esperanza Spalding
I have it lit like a jack-o-lantern. I'm tryna come up on a handsome ransom
Scintillating with a flicker and a flash, got the vigor and panache, yep, that's the phantom
Life at times can be helter-skelter, but I follow no cults-no Charles Mansons
Skip, skedaddle with you weak-ass babble. I ride the beat like a saddle and I'm gallivanting
Bet I dream big... like the Oakland Oracle Colliseum
Now can you dig? It's unanimous; they be all agreeing
That I split wigs, and I do it early 'fore A.M. falls-into P.M
You will get twisted... like a dreadlock; I am not-your banal pebleian
It's only the birds that you disturb until they realize
You don't move
It's only the birds that you disturb until they realize
You don't move
It's only the birds that you disturb until they realize
You don't move
It's only the birds that you disturb
I'll pay you dust, I don't have the time of day for decoys or scarecrows

Written by:
MALIQUE JAMAL STARKS, MICHAEL RUBEN TICE

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