Genius - Living in The World Today lyrics

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Intro: rza

Yo [yeah] check it out soncheck it out son

Yo[wucan I get a soo] live in the place to be

You got the capital g

G to the a-m-c

Givin a mad shout out to the ranch crew from the old school

And we gonna take y'all backknowhati'msayin?

Lyrical sorcerors right herethe fathersthe cream of the crop son

[yo check it]

Chorus: the genius

Well if you livin in the world today

You be hearin the slang that the wu-tang say

Niggaz that front we don't handle em

So we blast emalrightwell ok

Well if you like the way it sound then clap man

And if the women love it too well then raise your hands

But only raise your hands if you're sure

[meth] punk niggaz shatter like a glass jawbreak it

Verse one: the genius

My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination

Was too heavy for the chevy's is chased out the station

Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it

Gassed upfuckin with some regular unleaded shit

Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that

Bind-inx marks the spot on the scope

Heavily armed military is necessaryit's a gamble

Mc's bet they best at every

Powerful parable ditties might harm

If tampered withset off and strike like pipe bombs

Flashbacks to the duel of the iron mic

Look out for these fatal flying spikesof massive

Sleep-holdsput strangle on commercial angle

Microphone cords tangled from being star spangled

Now who could ever say they heard of this?

My motherfuckin style is mad murderous

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Interlude: method mangenius

Well what you know about mcin?

YoI know a lot

Well can you demonstrate somethin nigga?

HuhI'd rather not

I'm talkin bout stacks cousin

Nigga that's what I got

Cash rules the world

Well cash rules the spot

Verse two: the genius

My preliminary attack keep cemetaries packed

Of niggaz who think it ain't like that

Mc's are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks

Them God struckreligious niggaz call it bad luck

Rap celebyou got caught up in the web

Now bees are stinginyo that niggaz em-singin

I'm just swingin swords strictly based on keyboards

Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws

I throw raps that attack like the japs on pearl harbor

Mc's be out like bank robbers

Fleeing the sceneto be a sole survivor

Dj the getaway driver

Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal vibes

On tracks stabbed up with razor sharp knives

Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it

Hard to define itwhen narrow is the gate

For fat tapes and then played out and out of date

Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate

And from that pointthe God made a statement

Draftin tracementsreplacements in basements

Materials in sheet-rockto sound proof the beat box

And microscopic optics received through the boxes

Obnoxious topicmajor labelsflavor tropical

Punchlinesthat's unstoppable

Ring like shots from glocks that attract cops

Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop

But we only increase if everything is peace

Father u c king the police

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