What I'm about to on is so dope The average hip hop fiend couldn't Or explain my style because it's hard to So the fiend and think and nod to the rhyme That I lay down in a straight narrow While beats are just flowin' off a modern Bass loud, high hats crisp and That'll never let a MC interfere Or bring about technical difficulties So I got prepared and I these Rhymes That just broke loose from the Searching for beats on the same plane For you to new rhymes it is a must But I come off rhymes old as dust Even as a of dust it existed Ya got Forget it, ya it
I'm The Genius is
You me on the mic, no way That's me being in April on the 1st day Now who's a fool? What do you strive Prime time juice on the box and galore Forget it, you're not hype as they want you a maximum of 200 your rhymin' IQ Is 10, meaning thin, never win So erase that, I'm not gonna lose I know you're gassed, ya charged, and stuck up But I define your challenge, a fuck up And critical, a crying shame How many challenge me, and die in vain But you should've with ya whole rap Community, now your unity Cause I see right now is you and I And you're too weak to stop me doin' my Damage, you know, of body and fender NAH!, not the same way I did But you had the audacity to to me Thinking you was Butch and you could do me How can you do me when you know me And out of the hip hop ya couldn't show me One style may have damaged me But something you'll never see
M.C. mic constructor I build That have suckers running like what track and When I conduct please don't With ya if's or and's or but's ya mouth shut The hip hop style that I own is highly To bury MC's like a dog bones And in field, yo, I'm extraordinary And in my back yard there's a Of MC's who try to speak And off preak technique soft and very weak Yet still have the heart to ask me to duel And like Mr. T, I pity the The shining chrome is the device makes me stand out like men amongst mice So respond to the stimuli fly Straight to the sky on a high Cause I'm the transmitter buck wild and Thinking tryingme then reconsider Cause if it sounds tempting boy, I'll Double you And speaking of your low life, I won't you Cause not worthy of the mercy Anyway The Genius is just thirsty So take a lickin' as the plot While ya is took, ya be pumping like a chicken How can you ever say my was played When my rhymes be chopping shit like a