Urban Dance Squad

Dresscode

Urban Dance Squad


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Your middleclass grungetrash, style is outdated 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