[Intro: Sample]
Slammin'
[Verse 1: The Genius]
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 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
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
You got that? Forget it, you've missed it
[Chorus]
I'm slammin'
The Genius is slammin'
Yeah
Yo, I'm slammin'
Best to believe that
The Genius is slammin'
Check it out
[Verse 2]
You flip me on the mic, no way
That's like me being played in April on the 1st day
Who's a fool? What do you strive for?
Prime time juice on the box and fans galore
Forget it, you're not hype as they want you to
A maximum of two hundred your rhymin' IQ is ten
Meaning thin, you'll never win
So erase that, I'm not gonna lose friend
I know you're gassed and you're charged and kind of stuck up
But I define your challenge, a total fuck up
And it's critical, a crying 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
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 you couldn't show me
One style that may have damaged me
But that's something you'll never see
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm slammin'
The Genius is slammin'
Yeah, yo, I'm slammin'
The Genius is slammin'
[Verse 3]
MC means mic constructor I build
That have suckers running like, what, track and field
When I conduct please don't interrupt
With the ifs or ands or buts, keep your mouth shut
The hip-hop style that I own is highly known
To bury MCs like a dog bury bones
And in this field, yo, I'm extraordinary
In my backyard there's a cemetery
Of meek MCs who try to speak
An 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 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, buckwild and bitter
Thinking 'bout trying me? 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 bloodthirsty
So take a lickin' as the plot thicken
While your head is took, you be jumping like a chicken
How can you ever say my style is played
When my rhymes be chopping shit like a switchblade
[Chorus]
I'm slammin'
The Genius is slammin'
Yeah, yo, I'm slammin'
Best to believe that
The Genius is slammin'
