Luyện nghe bài hát Words From a Genius

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The in the place to be

Verse

I make the mic pump my mic makes the party
And beats make hip-hoppers stump
their feet wild, to give off sparks
But still light it up when the place is pitch dark
Now that you witnessed me get this correct, rap wreck
when I'm it's the God projecting
facts into brains of unaware
Now you're the truth in the square
Bitties biting, then yo you should chew this
man wants to beef, then we can do this
Then when it's for you to face the God
I'll be you the whole nine yards
lyrics that breaks the laws of gravity
So sweet to biters it gives them
And can't be healer from the toothpaste
So keep biting to see how the truth
You need and self-assistance
Cause you the training to go the distance
But I'll rhyme, to the length
And this is just a of the strength

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Words a Genius

Verse

I'll never sweat an MC then say I be him
Cause he makes a hit records and a coliseum
I learn to myself, not be a follower
I'm not a biter, stupid rhyme
I something funky fresh funky new
Brothers playing money see and monkey do
I explain hip-hop, okay I love it
Simple definition but ya don't know the half of it
All I need is a mic, a beat, then I'll free
And flip like I'm bugging off and Pepsi
on stage like Alvin Ailey
While I'm deep into the roots like Alex
You wanna try me, and be worn and
forward, I'll get on and start to born
A pumpin explanator rap
Make a sucker MC like you
your hands, while you clap the intact
You like an infant respons to Similac
Or then again, could been Enfamil
But for your information the is real
wonder what's hip-hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's One Nation Under
A Groove, getting for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the for the junk of it
When I'm to break down a poem
I'm like knotty rippin out teeth from a comb
One by one so who you calling troops on
Ya couldn't even bust a grape, with spike on
are crooks and try to steal the stage
I em like books, flip em and turn the page
I'm The Genius, living in deep fear
Go home and and come try me next year
With stacks of or you'll be feelin ill troop
You being in the ice cream and didn't know the scoop

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Verse

say The Genius, has a style of his own
And his are like Vise-Grips holdin a microphone
Flowin smooth, with rhymes that are
Because I can't get
So I practice not what I preach but I teach
In which the critics say is speech
But it's proper, only to who understand
Why I walk on with a mic in my hand
As brothers on, label me as a psycho
Just because I'll jump on stage and grab a
From a said to be MC
Who me with jealousy and envy
My rhymes are delivered with and potential
are flowin smoothly in a sequential
Order, revealin tape records
Stuffed pockets and those I'll slaughter
But I don't get upset, you bite and steal
I go and write some ill
Stacks of poetry, page page
the scen-ery onstage
I flash-backs of the seminar
As I the dreams of a wannabe star
Self-explanatory are shifted
In a unbitten style cause I'm
and talented, with the lyrical
Bound to fuck up a facility
Damaging MC's who dare to
The center, then the inventor
Of an rhymin status
Followed a apparatus
The way I come off on the mic is
I can a quadriplegic hyperactive
With of friction causing mics to spark
My style be bitten by a shark
MC's understand the way I be bombin em
up and ask me what's the phenomenon
First of all homeboy when I'm
I'm like a doctor shootin deadly
Into MC's like that of a
And dare you to seek for

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