Scarecrow Interlude

M-E’s the M.D. of MC’s
Ya’ll MFs can’t stress me
I must be
Elon, aroma so Musky
Rhymes ain’t phat, they big boned
They husky
Sicker with the Penn than Jerry Sandusky
… on second thought, maybe not
That’s disgusting
And I’m corrupting
All these bumblin’ mumblers
Rumble when they come
I’m unbelievable, you know, unh
Bubble burstin’ when every single verse end
Everything you write’s a pathetic, generic version
Of mine without the mind that makes mine fields
Feel like the kind of place you’d let your child play any day
This ain’t child’s play, I ain’t playin’ with you kids
I’m 2 Hype when I Face the Nation and I spit
But tonight is Space Station, not just international
And I’m not just out the world, past the point of rational
Compounded with that fact, I stay grounded to the map
Yeah the atlas of the Earth ensnarin’ me inside a trap
That dichotomy is commonly improvin’ my economy
But currency is currently consumin’ my capacity
To mastermind this music that I’m mixing on this rap CD (rhapsody)
Bohemian, behemoth when I’m beatin’ on you Biebers
Bump I’m Beamin’ in in my speakers cruisin’, killin’ cats casually
While actually, I’m bringing rap to life, ha, naturally
Continue to supply punchlines a 2nd grader could listen to
And then turn around and kill you on that instrumental
Hertz, don’t it? At lease (least), you’re just a rental
I really recommend you revisit your fundamentals