[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 popularity

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 jewels 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 analyze

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...