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)_