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 are just flowin' off a modern phonograph   Bass loud, high hats crisp and clear   That'll 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   Ya got that?    Forget it, ya missed it      Chorus:   I'm slammin'   The genius is slammin'      You flip me on the mic, no way   That's me being played in april on the 1st day   Now who's a fool? what do you strive for?    Prime time juice on the box and fans galore   Forget it, cause you're not hype as they want you   With a maximum of 200 your rhymin' iq   Is 10, meaning thin, you'll never win   So erase that, I'm not gonna lose friend   I know you're gassed, ya charged, and kinda stuck up   But I define your challenge, a total fuck up   And it's critical, a crying shame   How many mc's challenge me, and die in vain   But you should've came with ya 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 ya couldn't show me   One style that may have damaged me   But that's something you'll never see      Chorus      M.c. means mic constructor I build   That have suckers running like what track and field   When I conduct please don't interrupt   With ya if's or and's or but's keep ya mouth shut   The hip hop style that I own is highly known   To bury mc's like a dog bury bones   And in this field, yo, I'm extraordinary   And in my back yard there's a cemetary   Of meek mc's who try to speak   And off preak 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 buck wild and bitter   Thinking about tryingme 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 blood thirsty   So take a lickin' as the plot thickens   While ya head is took, ya be pumping like a chicken   How can you ever say my style was played   When my rhymes be chopping shit like a switchblade      Chorus