Urban Dance Squad Metaphore Warfare
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
