Dresscode lyrics

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
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 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your middleclass grungetrash, style is outdated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