The Genius is Slammin'

[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'