Genius/GZA - The Genius is Slammin' lyrics

rate me

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