I'm strictly thanos on your a***
s*** 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
s*** 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 b***cheeks like it's p****graphic
choreographic -- w**** -- 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 c**e 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 p***e
my rap penetrates like uvb through ozone
ever since I started, sorta off guard to s***/ 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 queer to see them s*****in' t**les, 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your middleclass grungetrash, style is outdated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 s**, I'd stay celibate
should I say orthodox on the flock; say, what do I rock ?
no b***naked 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
a***nal 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 --
s*** 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
s*** 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 b***cheeks like it's p****graphic
choreographic -- w**** -- 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 c**e 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 p***e
my rap penetrates like uvb through ozone
ever since I started, sorta off guard to s***/ 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 queer to see them s*****in' t**les, 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 s**, I'd stay celibate
should I say orthodox on the flock; say, what do I rock ?
no b***naked 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
a***nal 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 --