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