I feel I'm a threat to high powered MC's   Cause when I roll up on their live shows they kinda freeze   From being approached by The Genius of rap   Whose poetry makes hands on a clock clap   You see, I be coming with strong rhymes galore   That even a stubborn MC can't ignore   That trying to defeat me brings about danger   Like a child speaking to a stranger   Soft MC's, I see more and more   With an ancient style, the prehistoric bore   Yes, they scream and roar until their throat get sore   Now they're running to the neighborhood drug store   To buy the cough drop for what? The wrong hip hop   Now they swear they're on the good ship lollipop   But it's a sweet trip to the candy shop   POW!, now it's a six feet drop   For stealin' rhymes which is incorrect   Of those who speak on how others are weak   You wanna sneak peek of the hype technique?   Don't make me run up on start flipping like   I'm insane, or you'll feel the pain         I appreciate your comments of my creation   Your standing up followed by your standing ovation   Your kindliness to listen to the true MC   Those who know me make me #1 cause they agree   I rock on and on past the break of dawn   Ask Rakeem, Unique Ason, or even Melquan   Cause I be flowing at the same time showing   Hard headed individuals who don't be knowing   That I wreck it, cause my style was perfected   And injected into a drop beat selected   By who? Easy-Mo-Bee, the engineer   But don't forget the hypest in the Northern Hemisphere   The G, the, The G, the, The Genius   From Earth, not Mercury or Venus   Or Mars, cause then I'll be martian   But even in that world I'll still be squashin'   Brothers who feel they have the heart   To battle me, then I'll just trip them apart   Don't make me run up and start flippin' like I'm   Insane, or you'll feel the pain