Dresscode Lyrics - Singles - 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Your middleclass grungetrash, style is outdated 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