What I'm about to on is so dope The average hip hop couldn't cope Or explain my style because it's to define So the fiend scratch and think and nod to the That I lay down in a straight narrow While beats are just off a modern phonograph loud, high hats crisp and clear That'll let a weak MC interfere Or bring some 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 write new rhymes it is a But I off with rhymes old as dust Even as a of dust it existed Ya got it, ya missed 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 for? Prime time juice on the box and galore Forget it, you're not hype as they want you With a of 200 your rhymin' IQ Is 10, meaning thin, you'll 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 it's critical, a shame How many MC's challenge me, and die in But you should've came with ya rap Community, now where's your Cause what I see 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 way I did Brenda But you had the to step to me you was Butch Cassidy and you could do me How can you do me when you know me And out of the hip hop styles ya couldn't me One style that may have me But something you'll never see
M.C. means mic I build That suckers running like what track and field When I please don't interrupt With ya or and's or but's keep ya mouth shut The hip hop style I own is highly known To bury MC's like a dog bones And in this field, yo, I'm And in my back yard a cemetary Of MC's who try to speak And off preak that's soft and very weak Yet they still have the heart to ask me to And like Mr. T, I the fool The shining chrome microphone is the makes me stand out like men amongst mice So to the stimuli then fly to the sky on a natural high Cause I'm the transmitter buck wild and Thinking about tryingme reconsider Cause if it sounds tempting boy, Double Dare you And speaking of low life, I won't spare you Cause you're not worthy of the Anyway The Genius is just thirsty So take a lickin' as the thickens While ya is took, ya be pumping like a chicken How can you say my style was played When my rhymes be chopping shit like a