Luyện nghe bài hát Words From a Genius

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The Genius in the to be

Verse

I make the mic my mic makes the party 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
when I'm speaking the God projecting
into brains of those unaware
Now afacing the truth in the square
Bitties like biting, yo you should chew this
Your man to beef, then we can do this
Then when time for you to face the God
I'll be giving you the whole nine
With lyrics breaks the laws of gravity
So sweet to biters it them cavities
And can't be healer from the toothpaste
So biting to see how the truth taste
You need guidance and
Cause you lack the training to go the
But I'll rhyme, to the length
And is just a fraction of the strength

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from a Genius

Verse

never sweat an MC then say I wanna be him
Cause he a hit records and flips a coliseum
I learn to myself, not be a follower
I'm not a biter, stupid swallower
I created something funky funky new
started playing money see and monkey do
Should I explain hip-hop, okay I it
Simple definition but ya don't know the half of it
All I need is a mic, a beat, then step free
And flip like I'm bugging off Bacardi and
Dancers on stage like Alvin
While I'm deep into the roots Alex Haley
You wanna try me, and be worn and
forward, I'll get on and start to born
A pumpin explanator rap
a sucker MC like you clap
your hands, while you the sound's intact
You react like an infant respons to
Or then again, have been Enfamil
But for your information the is real
MC's wonder hip-hop thunder
you the truth it's just One Nation Under
A Groove, down for the funk of it
Fred Sanford in the business for the junk of it
When I'm premitted to break a poem
I'm like hair rippin out teeth from a comb
One by one so who you your troops on
Ya couldn't even bust a grape, with spike on
Biters are crooks and try to the stage
I read em like books, flip em and the page
I'm The Genius, you're in deep fear
Go home and write and come try me next
With stacks of rhymes or you'll be ill troop
You being stuck in the ice cream and didn't the scoop

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Verse

say The Genius, has a style of his own
And his hands are like holdin a microphone
Flowin smooth, rhymes that are rough
I can't get enough
So I practice not what I but what I teach
In which the critics say is speech
But it's proper, to those who understand
Why I on stage with a mic in my hand
As brothers look on, me as a psycho
Just because jump on stage and grab a micro-phone
From a said to be MC
Who admires me with jealousy and
My rhymes are delivered with and potential
Words are smoothly in a sequential
Order, revealin hidden tape
Stuffed pockets and those I'll slaughter
But I don't get upset, when you and steal
I go home and some ill
Stacks of poetry, page after
Imagining the scen-ery
I catch flash-backs of the
As I crush the dreams of a wannabe
Self-explanatory are shifted
In a unbitten style cause I'm
and talented, the lyrical ability
to fuck up a hip-hop facility
Damaging MC's who to enter
The center, then challenge the
Of an rhymin status
Followed a apparatus
The way I off on the mic is attractive
I can a quadriplegic hyperactive
lyrics of friction causing mics to spark
My couldn't be bitten by a shark
don't understand the way I be bombin em
Roll up and ask me what's the
of all homeboy when I'm battlin
I'm a doctor shootin deadly insulin
Into like that of a syringe
And you to seek for revenge

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