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