Urban Dance Squad - Dresscode

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I'm strictly thanos on your anus
   Shit 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
   Shit 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 whore 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
   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
   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 shit/ 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 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   Your middleclass grungetrash, style is outdated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

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