Words from a Genius

* slight variation between the original and the re-release in song title

[Intro]

One-two, one-two, check one-two

The Genius in the place to be

[Verse 1]

I make the mic pump my mic makes the party jump

And poison beats make hip-hoppers stomp

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 facing the truth in the square

Biters 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 healed 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 2]

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

'Cause he makes a hit records and flips a collisseum

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 monkey 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-explanatory rap

Make a sucker MC like you clap

Your hands, while you clap the sound's intact

You react like an infant response to Similac

Or then again, could have been Enfamil

But for your information the rhyme is real

MCs 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]

Of the Genius

Words from a Genius

Of the Genius

Words from a Genius

[Verse 3]

Some say The Genius, has a style of his own

And his hands are like Vice-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 recorders

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 scenery 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 MCs who dare to enter

The center, then challenge the inventor

Of an impartial rhymin' status

Followed by 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

MCs 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 MCs like that of a syringe

And dare you to seek for revenge

[Chorus]

Of the Genius

Words from a Genius

Of the Genius

Words from a Genius