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call themselves  grand royal  like yack I rock proud, release my mortal coil  your middleclass grungetrash, style is outdated  like that bellbotom, jheri curl, time to get faded  dresscode, dresscode ­­  if rap was crack, I'd be a crackhead  if a whack style was sex, I'd stay celibate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 ­­