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 jump
And poison beats hip-hoppers stump
their feet wild, to give off sparks
But I'll light it up when the place is pitch dark
Now that you witnessed me get this correct, rap wreck
I'm speaking it's the God projecting
facts into brains of unaware
Now you're the truth in the square
Bitties like biting, then yo you should chew
Your man wants to beef, then we can do
when it's time for you to face the God
I'll be giving you the whole yards
With lyrics breaks the laws of gravity
So sweet to biters it gives cavities
And can't be healer from the strongest
So biting to see how the truth taste
You need guidance and
Cause you the training to go the distance
But I'll rhyme, to the length
And this is just a fraction of the

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Words a Genius

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I'll never sweat an MC then say I be him
Cause he a hit records and flips a coliseum
I to lead myself, not be a follower
I'm not a biter, stupid swallower
I created something fresh funky new
Brothers started money see and monkey do
I explain hip-hop, okay I love it
Simple definition but ya still don't know the of it
All I is a mic, a beat, then I'll step free
And flip like I'm off Bacardi and Pepsi
Dancers on stage like Ailey
While I'm deep into the like Alex Haley
You wanna try me, and be and torn
Step forward, I'll get on and start to
A pumpin explanator rap
Make a sucker MC you clap
your hands, while you clap the intact
You react like an infant respons to
Or then again, could have been
But for information the rhyme is real
MC's wonder hip-hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's just One Under
A Groove, getting down for the of it
Like Sanford in the business for the junk of it
When I'm premitted to break down a
I'm like knotty hair rippin out teeth from a
One by one so who you calling troops on
Ya couldn't even a grape, with spike boots on
Biters are crooks and try to the stage
I em like books, flip em and turn the page
I'm The Genius, you're living in fear
Go home and write and come try me year
stacks of rhymes 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, rhymes that are rough
Because I get enough
So I not what I preach but what I teach
In which the critics say is improper
But proper, only to those who understand
Why I on stage with a mic in my hand
As brothers on, label me as a psycho
Just because I'll on stage and grab a micro-phone
From a said to be MC
Who admires me jealousy and envy
My rhymes are delivered with and potential
Words are flowin smoothly in a
Order, hidden tape records
inside pockets and those I'll slaughter
But I get upset, when you bite and steal
I go home and some ill
of poetry, page after page
Imagining the onstage
I flash-backs of the seminar
As I crush the dreams of a wannabe
Self-explanatory words are
In a unbitten cause I'm gifted
and talented, with the ability
to fuck up a hip-hop facility
Damaging MC's who dare to
The center, challenge the inventor
Of an impartial status
a relevant apparatus
The way I come off on the mic is
I can make a quadriplegic
With lyrics of causing mics to spark
My style be bitten by a shark
don't understand the way I be bombin em
Roll up and ask me the phenomenon
First of all when I'm battlin
I'm like a doctor shootin insulin
Into MC's like of a syringe
And dare you to seek for

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