Phony As Ya Wanna Be

[Verse 1: The Genius]

When I hold a mic in my hand, it's devotion

Then I began flowing in a smooth steady motion

'Cause I'm contented to know that I've invented

Poetry which has been highly complimented

Thus how I rhyme is what I feel on stage

And from a fraction of a thought I can write a whole page

I'll just pull a notebook from off the shelf

Like Salt-N-Pepa I express myself

To make most of you know me, and some of you don't

But when it comes to cold challenging, I bet none of you won't

Arrange a battle, improve your style

Against a brother with a totally different profile

Most of you flake, cold front, get flex

And hesitate on rhymes that should've been Memorex

But you forgot I remember you're an amateur

Mystery worshiper, now I prefer

That I remind you or tease ya on who's the boss

'Cause you suffer amnesia, that's memory loss

Well, get this just as quiet as it's kept

MCs on the chart from the start have slept

Let's shake them, wake them, they should be woke

For what? They take MCing for a practical joke

You don't have what it takes to be an MC

You're just as phony as you wanna be

[Chorus]

"Na-na-na-na-na-na"

"What you call me?"

"Na-na-na-na-na-na"

"What you call me?"

"Na-na-na-na-na-na"

"What you call me?"

"Na-na-na-na-na-na"

"What you call me?"

[Verse 2: The Genius]

You present yourself to be the quiet storm

You're a sneaky little snake in a devilish form

But as they say, yo, to each his own

And to each one who plays with the microphone

Abbreviate microphone- M.I.C

Meaning what, Myself, I, see, that's me

I invite those to battle me then they're through

Bust it, I'm not prejudiced, you're invited too

The rap convention or the MC show

I have rhymes to block those who hit below

The belt, that means biting a rhyme

Yes, I'll wax you and tax you and plus save time

Now who is known to uphold his own

And words are heard like a strong baritone

Freestyle techniques that's wild and bold

That'll smile in your face and still come so cold

That I'll freeze you to the point of non-defrost

Now you're trapped in the Land of the Lost

Should I, could I, would I lose

When it's a selfish sore loser like you I choose

To roll your big eyes and suck your buck teeth

Because you're upset that you ever caused beef

Yo homeboy, I never meant to tease

But it's a slaughter, can someone help him please

Feeling uncomfortable, then loosen your belt

Once The Genius get heated up, the suckers will melt

Then after you melt, you start dripping like water

Then you can say this was a goddamn slaughter

You don't have what it takes to be an MC

You're just phony as you wanna be

[Chorus]

"Get it on"

"Na-na-na-na-na-na"

"What you call me?"

"Get it on"

"Na-na-na-na-na-na"

"What you call me?"

"Get it on"

"Na-na-na-na-na-na"

"What you call me?"

"Get it on"

"Na-na-na-na-na-na"

"What you call me?"

"Good God, I'm gon' sock it to yo..."

"Good God, I'm gon' sock it to yo..."

"What you call me?"

[Verse 3: The Genius]

Ain't no rhymes like the one I've got

They put competitors in a trance, y'all

Radio stations ran them a lot

They made children play and dance y'all

How dare you mention you're an MC

When the crowd disagree on who you claim to be

'Cause your battle piece are the rhymes you release

And that only make the crowd boos increase

Hey, may I say I'll slay a DJ

MC who try to defeat me or portray

One who claims he gain much respect

But in a battle, straight up and down, you're getting wrecked

'Cause getting with me is definitely a slaughter

Or diving in a pool headfirst without water

So don't set yourself up to get brutalized

That only happens when you're not energized

But I'm so damn energized, I'm energetic

I can wreck a microphone 'til it's pathetic

Okay, got it in your head, is it correct

That I'm victorious on any subject

You disbelieve, then huh, call the title

Then after one rhyme, you'll be calling me your idol

As soon as I begin to let off a rap

It's like..zap...another one on my jockstrap

Now you walk around praising my name

'Cause I'm slamming and I make you feel the pain

You don't have what it takes to be an MC

You're just phony as you wanna be

[Chorus]

"Na-na-na-na-na-na"

"What you call me?"

"Na-na-na-na-na-na"

"What you call me?"

"Na-na-na-na-na-na"

"What you call me?"

"Na-na-na-na-na-na"

"What you call me?"

"Na-na-na-na-na-na"

"What you call me?"

"Na-na-na-na-na-na"

"What you call me?"

"Na-na-na-na-na-na"

"What you call me?"

"Na-na-na-na-na-na"

"What you call me?"

"Good God, get it on"

"Get it on"

"Get it on"

"Get it on"