[Verse 1: T.Rex]
Style, to everyone is unique
From head to the toe, the question always fancied
Is what am I to wear, or did I brush my hair
I'd like to make it clear, that I don't really care
So maybe I just lied, simply to fulfill a rhyme
If you see me on the daily then you know my clothes comprise of
The common brand names, as the common aims
To impress the fly dames, with his well well prepared lays
Estilo, to those que no saben
Depends on the psyche for most it's Ralph Lauren
Of course I wear Polo, not Nike then it's nothing but
I'm known to switch the style, like Jordan with a layup
Jordan's on my feet, too many Jordans on the streets
Peep the closet young pup, green eggs and green beans
I'm a proud sneaker fiend, air maxed since '93
But I'm only 74, STNGRex is in a care home
BING, because I'm not frugal
Switch the G up with an f-r, I guess it's not google
Everyday of the week, we express originality
With the clothes we choose to wear, for some its blopularity
Blopularity
Blopularity
Blopularity
Blopularity
Blopularity
Blopularity
Blopularity
Blopularity
Blopularity
I like my 10's deep, I used to rock skinny jeans
For those that still do, your suffocating future seeds
Thanks to puberty, I let me j**els breathe a bit
And I don't profess swag, to those that don't agree with it
So as I go on, I suggest you grab a pad and pen
The notes I'm about to give bring fashion sense to a casket
From Nikes, to IDs, with Stüssy, to 10 deep
From Vans, to SBs, with Jordans, to Sperry's
My style varies, while Polo boots scare me
I wish I saw em rarely, cause everybody wears 'em
It doesn't matter when, spring, fall, or summertime
The moral of the story is that normal is a state of mind
Con Estilo, observers have to take the time
To look, like, and an*lyze
I hope you took notes, as I'd like to say goodbye
To everyone that listened
And to Ms. Avolin, thanks for the extension
Peace, love, and hair grease...