Skarecrowz Lyrics

Skarecrowz by Taskforce

• Any competition finish quick like a brody
• This parocat rapper spells set backs to phonies
• I mosy through my art form all cosy and warm
• My cries electrocute the skies like a lightning storm
• With moon child poetry, I don't rain I monsoon
• And in this high noon rebellion I'm totally cartoon
• This is freaky animation, man the stations
• For a brain tax, tangible levels of creations
• Look back from a space age history
• I'm like a cosmic gypsy, from black holes to red dwarfs
• I'm known for crushing pip squeaks
• Who talk that familiar talk but ain't cutting it
• Deeps how I cut, I beam you up to my mothership
• I got time on my hands and dirt under my fingernails

• From grabbing dirty tricks and gathering street tales
• Many follow the bear, I walk the ways of explorers
• Some heads got bypassed trying hard to ignore us
• Individ Robustus, strong solo
• Moves silent on your promos
• Removing sapiens from your homos
• I'll derange your feelings like Silasiben fungis
• Farma's hawkeye the slayer
• Fork tongue destroyer
• Slain the warrior, holy war sagas, rap related war starters
• So get ready for your orders
• The final chapter inciting flames to wrap around your stature
• Mess with a decade like Thatcher in the 80s

• I'm a space man type, urban cowboy perisher
• Word consuming voice box leveller
• I'm the vox populi plus the one man burial
• MUD Fam, Bury Crew one step ahead of you

• Catch a banger word rapper explosive
• Like Joseph's technicoloured coat that he posed in
• I suddenly have full bloom, I rose to cris' anthems
• Played by boys and girls like 'We Are The Champions'
• This is my piece, a soundscape plus visual backing
• I'm attacking with force in all areas that you lack in
• Farma fortified aspects represents me alone
• Skill packer rapper gold diction, iron bones
• Body's damaged words savaged, hiding feelings in holes
• My pole position left skidmarks in your ho
• Tombstone sideburns, concrete hairstyles
• Absorbing stone faces of statues of Farma Giles

• And you can watch us fathering a million offsprings
• In this orgy of construction, who's the stud running tings?
• Speaking splang that you can't dopplegang, too unique
• Off time from the mouths of many minds, I speak
• To those running blind in search of what I definitely own
• There's no shares in what's mine so take your sorry self home
• And go to work, on something you created yourself
• Or go to dirt, my twelth's 'n' five, that's where my fires born
• Via N5 worldwide is where I get my corn
• I'm feeding from a field of form packed to the borderline
• Knowing that I've got to stuff my face because we're short of time
• Although there's no expiry date on none of my lyrics
• They're best before the end, also known as the finish

• I'm a space man type, urban cowboy perisher
• Word consuming voice box leveller
• I'm the vox populi plus the one man burial
• MUD Fam, Bury Crew one step ahead of you

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