Intro:
 One two one two check one two
 The Genius in the place to be

 Verse One:

 I make the mic pump my mic makes the party jump
 And poison beats make hip-hoppers stump
 their feet kinda wild, to give off sparks
 But I'll still light it up when the place is pitch dark
 Now that you witnessed me this get this correct, rap wreck
 when I'm speaking it's the God projecting
 facts into brains of those unaware
 Now you're afacing the truth in the square
 Bitties like biting, then yo you should chew this
 Your man wants to beef, then we can do this
 Then when it's time for you to face the God
 I'll be giving you the whole nine yards
 With lyrics that breaks the laws of gravity
 So sweet to biters it gives them cavities
 And can't be healer from the strongest toothpaste
 So keep biting to see how the truth taste
 You need guidance and self-assistance
 Cause you lack the training to go the distance
 But I'll rhyme, to the fullest length
 And this is just a fraction of the strength

 Chorus:

 of the Genius
 Words from a Genius

 Verse Two:

 I'll never sweat an MC then say I wanna be him
 Cause he makes a hit records and flips a coliseum
 I learn to lead myself, not be a follower
 I'm not a biter, stupid rhyme swallower
 I created something funky fresh funky new
 Brothers started playing money see and monkey do
 Should I explain hip-hop, okay I love it
 Simple definition but ya still don't know the half of it
 All I need is a mic, a beat, then I'll step free
 And flip like I'm bugging off Bacardi and Pepsi
 Dancers on stage like Alvin Ailey
 While I'm deep into the roots like Alex Haley
 You wanna try me, and be worn and torn
 Step forward, I'll get on and start to born
 A pumpin self explanator rap
 Make a sucker MC like you clap
 your hands, while you clap the sound's intact
 You react like an infant respons to Similac
 Or then again, could have been Enfamil
 But for your information the rhyme is real
 MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder
 Tell you the truth it's just One Nation Under
 A Groove, getting down for the funk of it
 Like Fred Sanford in the business for the junk of it
 When I'm premitted to break down a poem
 I'm like knotty hair rippin out teeth from a comb
 One by one so who you calling your troops on
 Ya couldn't even bust a grape, with spike boots on
 Biters are crooks and try to steal the stage
 I read em like books, flip em and turn the page
 I'm The Genius, you're living in deep fear
 Go home and write and come try me next year
 With stacks of rhymes or you'll be feelin ill troop
 You being stuck in the ice cream and didn't know the scoop

 Chorus (2X)

 Verse Three:

 Some say The Genius, has a style of his own
 And his hands are like Vise-Grips holdin a microphone
 Flowin smooth, with rhymes that are rough
 Because I can't get enough
 So I practice not what I preach but what I teach
 In which the critics say is improper speech
 But it's proper, only to those who understand
 Why I walk on stage with a mic in my hand
 As brothers look on, label me as a psycho
 Just because I'll jump on stage and grab a micro-phone
 From a so-called said to be MC
 Who admires me with jealousy and envy
 My rhymes are delivered with style and potential
 Words are flowin smoothly in a sequential
 Order, revealin hidden tape records
 Stuffed inside pockets and those I'll slaughter
 But I don't get upset, when you bite and steal
 I go home and write some ill
 Stacks of poetry, page after page
 Imagining the scen-ery onstage
 I catch flash-backs of the seminar
 As I crush the dreams of a wannabe star
 Self-explanatory words are shifted
 In a unbitten style cause I'm gifted
 and talented, with the lyrical ability
 Bound to fuck up a hip-hop facility
 Damaging MC's who dare to enter
 The center, then challenge the inventor
 Of an impartial rhymin status
 Followed a relevant apparatus
 The way I come off on the mic is attractive
 I can make a quadriplegic hyperactive
 With lyrics of friction causing mics to spark
 My style couldn't be bitten by a shark
 MC's don't understand the way I be bombin em
 Roll up and ask me what's the phenomenon
 First of all homeboy when I'm battlin
 I'm like a doctor shootin deadly insulin
 Into MC's like that of a syringe
 And dare you to seek for revenge

 Chorus (2X