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I'm strictly thanos on your ***
*** is not the same as
I'm powerful cosmic
On drumkicks
People call me famous for that
I'm fat like the records from 'big cat'
On the boombap, vocab
I stick like treesap
Tight, right, ignite
Like c-4 plastic
When limbs and arms struggle from the bomb
*** gets drastic
I'm strictly claymore
No need to say more
I got the goofy-lookin' tootsy when they call
Themselves so hardcore
Now industry sells with the weak and plastic
Lyrically, they show their buttcheeks like it's pornographic
Choreographic *** your ego catched it
On your first contract, grabbed the check and dashed it
You're fake, second-rate skills, no scruples to hide it
Styles that smell like a bad case of gingivitus
You got the best gimmick, like the 'instapumpinflater'
I'm shack-attack reebok, run the floor on you fakers
With that
Dresscode, dresscode
Everybody's tryin' to hide it from me how to
Dresscode,
I don't dress to impress but I'm strapped
With ricochet raps, you get your bulletproof vest
Summer in the city
Grab a coke and take seats
Got a spoonful of flavor, seldom savored like
Wildebeest
Yo hops, baby pop, you slop in the mccoy zone
This is not the toyz-, the boyz-, but the destroyzone
So when you're fullgrown, for that accident prone
My rap penetrates like uvb through ozone
Ever since I started, sorta off guard to ***/ offguarded
Learned that true pioneers seldom get rewarded
I persevere when atmosphere gets money-orientated
Dig the crates, real stealth, with rapwealth,
Release, and get debated
8 Days a week I peak, like beatles on acidtrips
Revolutionary, very
Like the year '66
Kinda *** to see them snatchin' titles, call themselves
Grand royal
Like yack I rock proud, release my mortal coil
Your middleclass grungetrash, style is outdated
Like that bellbotom, jheri curl, time to get faded
Dresscode, dresscode
If rap was crack, I'd be a crackhead
If a whack style was sex, I'd stay celibate
Should I say orthodox on the flock; say, what do I rock ?
No buttnaked style dressed like sis and get dropped
What I do, what you see, what I say, it's what you do
Next day celeb, other day look poo-poo
Funky dope maneuvers make a rapper look stupid and silly
Crack egos like the cracks in liberty bell from philly
Scorin' points, check the ruler, who has won ?
Rockets from houston, like olajuwon took apart robinson
Arsenal of moves to prove it's not the pants that's saggin'
Put the belt so tight, g-funkers choke on rappin'
You sneak-a-peek more than b-boys at a knocker/footlocker
You must be outta-yo-rocka, to catch the bucks and try to duck a
Style that's dieharder with a vengeance
Like willis, I'm the illest, on the cheesy, no resemblance
With that
Dresscode, dresscode