The Genius
Words From The Genius
The Genius Is Slammin'
Slammin
[The Genius a.k.a. Genius/GZA]
What I'm about to flow on is so dope
The average hip hop fiend couldn't cope
Or explain my style because it's hard to define
So the fiend scratch and think and nod to the rhyme
That I lay down in a straight narrow path
While beats are just flowin off a modern phonograph
Bass loud, high hats crisp and clear
Never let a weak MC interfere
Or bring about some technical difficulties
So I got prepared and I wrote these
Rhymes that just broke loose from the brain
Searchin for dope beats on the same plane
For you to write new rhymes it is a must
I come off with rhymes old as dust
Even as a speck of dust it existed
Ya got that? Forget it, you missed it
I'm slammin
The Genius is slammin, yeah
Yo I'm slammin
Best to believe that
The Genius is slammin
Check it out
You flip me on the mic, no way
That's me bein played in April on the 1st day
Now who's a fool? What do you strive for?
Prime time juice on the box and fans galore?
Forget it, cause you're not hype as they want you
With a maximum of 200 your rhymin IQ is 10
Meanin thin, you'll never win
So erase that, I'm not gonna lose friend
I know you're gassed and you're charged and kinda stuck up
I define your challenge, a total fuck up
And it's critical, a cryin shame
How MCs challenge me and die in vain
But you should've came with your whole rap community
Now where's your unity
Cause what I see right now is you and I
And you're too weak to stop me from doin my
Damage, you know, type of body and fender
Nah, not the same way I did Brenda
But you had the audacity to step to me
Thinkin you was Butch Cassidy and you could do me
How can you do me, you don't know me
And out of the hip hop styles you couldn't show me
One style that may have damaged me
But that's somethin you'll never see
Cause I'm slammin
The Genius is slammin, yeah
Yo I'm slammin
The genius is slammin
MC means mic constructor I build
That have suckers running like what? Track and field
When I conduct please don't interrupt
With the if's or and's or but's keep your mouth shut
The hip hop style that I own is highly known
To bury MCs like a dog bury bone
In this field yo I'm extraordinary
In my backyard there's a cemetary
Of meek MCs who try to speak
And off peak technique that's soft and very weak
Yet they still have the heart to ask me to duel
And like Mr. T, I pity the fool
The shinin chrome microphone is the device
That makes me stand out like men amongst mice
So respond to the stimuli then fly
Straight to the sky on a natural high
Cause I'm the transmitter, buckwild and bitter
Think about tryin me then reconsider
Cause if it sounds temptin boy, I'll double dare you
And speakin of your low life, I won't spare you
Cause you're not worthy of the mercy
Anyway The Genius is just blood thirsty
So take a lickin as the plot thickens
While your head is took, you be jumpin like a chicken
How can you ever say my style is played
When my rhymes be chopping shit like a switchblade
I'm slammin
The Genius is slammin, yeah
Yo I'm slammin
Best to believe that
The Genius is slammin
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