Urban Dance Squad

Metaphore Warfare

Urban Dance Squad


I'm like batman, I'm glad man, I swing my boomerang 
Clock stetsons heads on catch attention 
Grab retired mc's their pensions 
Dimension suspension, switch a button 
Head runs like an engine should I mention 
Brain excites after few grand donation - ovation 
Brain ignites like benzedrine 
Dieseloil, slick to be coil, foil 
Spittin' rhymes like a gargoyle 
Mccoy all, destroy all who try to soil 
My ground, path, space, even my zone 
The clone - the one who rocks his mouth proud, soon sucks a syphon 
Laxative, crap the shit, hyperactive for the bowels 
Baby mc's should be clean here's the towel 
Diaper, 'cos I'm hyper plus I'm the babysit 
What time is it - time to refresh kid - my wit, you bit 
My funky cuckoo crap - runs outta your ass kid - shit 
Smell scents, whack mc's' fragrance 
Heap of waste, crap-mc jams 

Take a pick, take a style if you dare 
'Cos I'm prepared for metaphore warfare 

Stunner to the crumb-bun, I'm like a plumber 
Pull yo brainplug, flow down the lump 
Tumor, bummer, diseased cells make you lumber 
Infect your humor, call my number 
Again - the man - wit pepjam, medicine, anacin 
Vitamin - penicillin 
Pencil-push bacteria, you can't skill 'em 
Local rapeteria for topbillin' 
Slobbin' - nil and - timekillin' 
For caterpillarin' - my rap caters like plants 
Rap insects build eggs to propagate 
To a butterfly phase to flaunt beauty 
Wings fully detailed, all surrogate for 
Your lyrics, but you forgot to wipe the booty 
Moody I'm not sting like a bee on gerry cooney 
Hocus pocus - styles to pick the one to whose bogus I 
Focus my antenna, I'm gonna plague your dome like locust 
Mentis - hench this - you like beans and cabbage 
The ambitions so nutritious so call me beast or savage 
Your style is poor, hard to score, against the carnivore 
You got beef ready plus be steady on a metaphore 

Take a pick, take a style if you dare 
'Cos I'm prepared for metaphore warfare