I'm strictly thanos on your anusshit is not the same as
I'm powerful cosmicon drumkickspeople call me famous for that
I'm fat like the records from 'big cat'on the boombap, vocab
I stick like treesaptight, right, ignitelike c-4 plasticwhen limbs and arms struggle from the bombshit gets drastic
I'm strictly claymoreno need to say more
I got the goofy-lookin' tootsy when they callthemselves so hardcorenow industry sells with the weak and plasticlyrically, they show their buttcheeks like it's pornographicchoreographic whore your ego catched iton your first contract, grabbed the check and dashed ityou're fake, second-rate skills, no scruples to hide itstyles that smell like a bad case of gingivitusyou got the best gimmick, like the 'instapumpinflater'I'm shack-attack reebok, run the floor on you fakerswith thatdresscode, dresscodeeverybody's tryin' to hide it from me how todresscode,I don't dress to impress but I'm strappedwith ricochet raps, you get your bulletproof vestsummer in the citygrab a coke and take seatsgot a spoonful of flavor, seldom savored likewildebeestyo hops, baby pop, you slop in the mccoy zonethis is not the toyz-, the boyz-, but the destroyzoneso when you're fullgrown, for that accident pronemy rap penetrates like uvb through ozoneever since I started, sorta off guard to shit/ offguardedlearned that true pioneers seldom get rewarded
I persevere when atmosphere gets money-orientateddig the crates, real stealth, with rapwealth,release, and get debated8 days a week I peak, like beatles on acidtripsrevolutionary, verylike the year '66kinda queer to see them snatchin' titles, call themselvesgrand royallike yack I rock proud, release my mortal coilyour middleclass grungetrash, style is outdatedlike that bellbotom, jheri curl, time to get fadeddresscode, dresscode if rap was crack, I'd be a crackheadif a whack style was sex, I'd stay celibateshould I say orthodox on the flock; say, what do I rock ?no buttnaked style dressed like sis and get droppedwhat I do, what you see, what I say, it's what you donext day celeb, other day look poo-poofunky dope maneuvers make a rapper look stupid and sillycrack egos like the cracks in liberty bell from phillyscorin' points, check the ruler, who has won ?rockets from houston, like olajuwon took apart robinsonarsenal 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/footlockeryou must be outta-yo-rocka, to catch the bucks and try to duck astyle that's dieharder with a vengeancelike willis, I'm the illest, on the cheesy, no resemblancewith thatdresscode, dresscode
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