Urban Dance Squad - Metaphore Warfare |
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Metaphore Warfare
Urban Dance Squad I'm like batman, I'm glad man, I swing my boomerang clock stetsons grab retired mc's their pensions dimension head runs like an engine brain excites after few grand donation 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 laxative, crap the shit, hyperactive for the bowels baby mc's should be clean diaper, 'cos I'm hyper what time is it my funky cuckoo crap smell scents, whack mc's' fragrance heap of waste, crap take a pick, take a style if you dare 'cos I'm prepared for metaphore warfare stunner to the crumbpull yo brainplug, flow down the lump tumor, bummer, diseased cells make you lumber infect your humor, call my number again vitamin pencillocal rapeteria for topbillin' slobbin' for caterpillarin' 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 hocus pocus focus my antenna, I'm gonna plague your dome like locust mentis the ambitions so nutritious your style is poor, hard to score, against the carnivore you got beef ready take a pick, take a style if you dare 'cos I'm prepared for metaphore warfare |
