The Genius Is Slammin` Lyrics

The Genius Is Slammin` lyrics

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

 That'll 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

 Searching for dope beats on the same plane

 For you to write new rhymes it is a must

 But I come off with rhymes old as dust

 Even as a speck of dust it existed

 Ya got that?

 Forget it, ya missed it

 

 CHORUS:

 I'm slammin'

 The Genius is slammin'

 

 You flip me on the mic, no way

 That's me being 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, meaning thin, you'll never win

 So erase that, I'm not gonna lose friend

 I know you're gassed, ya charged, and kinda stuck up

 But I define your challenge, a total fuck up

 And it's critical, a crying shame

 How many MC's challenge me, and die in vain

 But you should've came with ya 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

 Thinking you was Butch Cassidy and you could do me

 How can you do me when you don't know me

 And out of the hip hop styles ya couldn't show me

 One style that may have damaged me

 But that's something you'll never see

 

 CHORUS

 

 M.C. means mic constructor I build

 That have suckers running like what track and field

 When I conduct please don't interrupt

 With ya if's or and's or but's keep ya mouth shut

 The hip hop style that I own is highly known

 To bury MC's like a dog bury bones

 And in this field, yo, I'm extraordinary

 And in my back yard there's a cemetary

 Of meek MC's who try to speak

 And off preak 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 shining 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 buck wild and bitter

 Thinking about tryingme then reconsider

 Cause if it sounds tempting boy, I'll Double Dare you

 And speaking 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 ya head is took, ya be pumping like a chicken

 How can you ever say my style was played

 When my rhymes be chopping shit like a switchblade

 

 CHORUS