Luyện nghe bài hát Words From a Genius

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The in the place to be

Verse

I make the mic my mic makes the party jump
And poison beats hip-hoppers stump
feet kinda wild, to give off sparks
But I'll still light it up when the is pitch dark
Now that you me this get this correct, rap wreck
when I'm it's the God projecting
facts into brains of those
Now afacing the truth in the square
Bitties like biting, then yo you chew this
Your man wants to beef, then we can do
Then when time for you to face the God
I'll be giving you the nine yards
With that breaks the laws of gravity
So to biters it gives them cavities
And can't be healer from the toothpaste
So keep biting to see how the taste
You need and self-assistance
Cause you lack the training to go the
But rhyme, to the fullest length
And is just a fraction of the strength

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I'll sweat an MC then say I wanna be him
Cause he makes a hit records and flips a
I learn to myself, not be a follower
I'm not a biter, rhyme swallower
I something funky fresh funky new
started playing money see and monkey do
Should I explain hip-hop, I love 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 and Pepsi
Dancers on stage like Ailey
I'm deep into the roots like Alex Haley
You wanna try me, and be and torn
Step forward, I'll get on and to born
A pumpin explanator rap
Make a MC like you clap
your hands, while you clap the intact
You react like an infant to Similac
Or then again, could been Enfamil
But for information the rhyme is real
MC's wonder what's hip-hop
you the truth it's just One Nation Under
A Groove, getting down for the of it
Fred Sanford in the business for the junk of it
When I'm premitted to break a poem
I'm like knotty hair rippin out teeth from a
One by one so who you calling your on
Ya couldn't bust a grape, with spike boots on
Biters are crooks and try to the stage
I read em books, flip em and turn the page
I'm The Genius, living 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 and didn't know the scoop

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Verse

Some say The Genius, has a of his own
And his are like Vise-Grips holdin a microphone
Flowin smooth, rhymes that are rough
I can't get enough
So I practice not what I preach but what I
In which the say is improper speech
But it's proper, only to those who
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 so-called to be MC
Who me with jealousy and envy
My rhymes are delivered with and potential
Words are flowin in a sequential
Order, revealin tape records
inside pockets and those I'll slaughter
But I don't get upset, you bite and steal
I go home and some ill
Stacks of poetry, page page
Imagining the onstage
I flash-backs of the seminar
As I the dreams of a wannabe star
words are shifted
In a style cause I'm gifted
and talented, with the lyrical
Bound to up a hip-hop facility
Damaging who dare to enter
The center, then challenge the
Of an impartial status
Followed a relevant
The way I come off on the mic is
I can make a quadriplegic
With lyrics of friction 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 like a doctor shootin deadly
MC's like that of a syringe
And dare you to seek for

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