Words From A Genius Lyrics

Words From A Genius lyrics

Intro:

 

 One two one two check one two

 The Genius in the place to be

 

 Verse One:

 

 I make the mic pump my mic makes the party jump

 And poison beats make hip-hoppers stump

 their feet kinda wild, to give off sparks

 But I'll still light it up when the place is pitch dark

 Now that you witnessed me this get this correct, rap wreck

 when I'm speaking it's the God projecting

 facts into brains of those unaware

 Now you're afacing the truth in the square

 Bitties like biting, then yo you should chew this

 Your man wants to beef, then we can do this

 Then when it's time for you to face the God

 I'll be giving you the whole nine yards

 With lyrics that breaks the laws of gravity

 So sweet to biters it gives them cavities

 And can't be healer from the strongest toothpaste

 So keep biting to see how the truth taste

 You need guidance and self-assistance

 Cause you lack the training to go the distance

 But I'll rhyme, to the fullest length

 And this is just a fraction of the strength

 

 Chorus:

 

 of the Genius

 Words from a Genius

 

 Verse Two:

 

 I'll never sweat an MC then say I wanna be him

 Cause he makes a hit records and flips a coliseum

 I learn to lead myself, not be a follower

 I'm not a biter, stupid rhyme swallower

 I created something funky fresh funky new

 Brothers started playing money see and monkey do

 Should I explain hip-hop, okay I love it

 Simple definition but ya still don't know the half of it

 All I need is a mic, a beat, then I'll step free

 And flip like I'm bugging off Bacardi and Pepsi

 Dancers on stage like Alvin Ailey

 While I'm deep into the roots like Alex Haley

 You wanna try me, and be worn and torn

 Step forward, I'll get on and start to born

 A pumpin self explanator rap

 Make a sucker MC like you clap

 your hands, while you clap the sound's intact

 You react like an infant respons to Similac

 Or then again, could have been Enfamil

 But for your information the rhyme is real

 MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder

 Tell you the truth it's just One Nation Under

 A Groove, getting down for the funk of it

 Like Fred Sanford in the business for the junk of it

 When I'm premitted to break down a poem

 I'm like knotty hair rippin out teeth from a comb

 One by one so who you calling your troops on

 Ya couldn't even bust a grape, with spike boots on

 Biters are crooks and try to steal the stage

 I read em like books, flip em and turn the page

 I'm The Genius, you're living in deep fear

 Go home and write and come try me next year

 With stacks of rhymes or you'll be feelin ill troop

 You being stuck in the ice cream and didn't know the scoop

 

 Chorus (2X)

 

 Verse Three:

 

 Some say The Genius, has a style of his own

 And his hands are like Vise-Grips holdin a microphone

 Flowin smooth, with rhymes that are rough

 Because I can't get enough

 So I practice not what I preach but what I teach

 In which the critics say is improper speech

 But it's proper, only to those who understand

 Why I walk on stage with a mic in my hand

 As brothers look on, label me as a psycho

 Just because I'll jump on stage and grab a micro-phone

 From a so-called said to be MC

 Who admires me with jealousy and envy

 My rhymes are delivered with style and potential

 Words are flowin smoothly in a sequential

 Order, revealin hidden tape records

 Stuffed inside pockets and those I'll slaughter

 But I don't get upset, when you bite and steal

 I go home and write some ill

 Stacks of poetry, page after page

 Imagining the scen-ery onstage

 I catch flash-backs of the seminar

 As I crush the dreams of a wannabe star

 Self-explanatory words are shifted

 In a unbitten style cause I'm gifted

 and talented, with the lyrical ability

 Bound to fuck up a hip-hop facility

 Damaging MC's who dare to enter

 The center, then challenge the inventor

 Of an impartial rhymin status

 Followed a relevant apparatus

 The way I come off on the mic is attractive

 I can make a quadriplegic hyperactive

 With lyrics of friction causing mics to spark

 My style couldn't be bitten by a shark

 MC's don't understand the way I be bombin em

 Roll up and ask me what's the phenomenon

 First of all homeboy when I'm battlin

 I'm like a doctor shootin deadly insulin

 Into MC's like that of a syringe

 And dare you to seek for revenge

 

 Chorus (2X)