1.Pass The Bone
No stems no seeds that you don't need
Acupulco gold is ＊inhales＊ ＊deep voice＊ bad ass weed
Intro：genius, rakeem
Yo this is the gka-gka-genius
And i got the brotha prince rakeem on the side
You know we got the sess bones in the house
And yo god i'ma pass you the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone, so i can rule the micraphone
Verse one： prince rakeem
Rakeem is feelin lovely, word a pocket full of dough
A little drunk, reaction's mad slow
Thinkin, should i go to the club scene
And do what？ and bag a rub-a-dub queen
Another thing, beyond the cream, i wanted to get ripped
Put my lips on a blunt tip
It's been two weeks, since i last sparked it
Went down to the club floors
Five dollar fee, plus id
But a brother like me, gassed his way in for free
Word, took a bar seat
Got a tall glass, of sex on the beach
Turned to my left, saw this girl she was slammin sir
Oooh, what ya do kid？ i examined her
Pushed up, i tried to bag her, for her name
What happened？ i didn't have the game
Overwhelmed, by a scent in the air
Could it be？ yes, yeah, a potent bag of sess there
It was raekwon and loud jerome
They had a bone, you mean a blunt？ a palmetto
I said pass the bone, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
They passed it, took one pull i was blasted
Felt kind of stimulated, fan-tastic
We approached the weak cypher
Did you surprise her？ i tranquilized her
Bagged her, for her name and address
Slid to her rest, acheived mad success
But did you bone her？ did i bone her？
Did i bone her; you shoulda heard her moan
Pass the bone, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
Yo genius, flip the micraphone
Verse two： genius
Yo, pass the bone, kid pass the bone
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
Pass the bone so i control the micraphone
Yo check it
Outside a nightclub what？ we shine some young bloods
Drinkin forties right down to the suds
Ready to flow inside and rip the mic phone
Hmm, and all i needed was a sess bone
And guess who come down the block stumbling drunk
Ason, with two bags of skunk
Pull out the blunt put the weed inside
Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied
Inhale, but not pertaining to cough
Exhale, you know like two pulls and off
Stimulated kind of toxie
Seen a girl who was foxy, yo but she needed
Oxywash, oh my gosh, yo not to disrespect
But back to the subject
The brothers rolled up on the scene that i had known
Smelled the skunk and said 'yo pass the bone!'
I said, 'lounge g' there's not enough to pass around
So go get a bag from uptown
I gave a pound to the brothers who was sweatin
What about the wisdoms？ yo they was stressin me
'hey genius, genius, when ya come do me
Step to me, you know screw me'
Just another red bone, that i had bagged in the red zone
And took home to get my head flown
Forget about the weak cypher, so i slid to the back
Leavin tracks of smoke stacks
That originated from the sess crops
Give me the mic and watch me get props
Pass the bone, yo, kid pass the bone
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone (6x)
Pass the bone, so i control the microphone
2.Life Of A Drug Dealer
There's a rumor that an old lady heard a
Kingpin hiring a hitman to murder
A federal prosecuting drug-dealing witness
But that's how it is in the business
And i'm in it, physically gaining power
Constantly counting up cash by the hour
And it feels good to be paid
Regardless of how many victims get slayed
Accomplices of mine drop like flies
But in this everyday a homeboy dies
Whether shot in the body or cyanide in ya bacardi
'cause it's a cutthroat party
Now it's up to me to retaliate
And if i score, i'll increase the murder rate
I move on ones who double-cross
Set them up, now they suffer the loss
Of he or she who's ever on the agenda
Most likely a family member
Informants, rattle-tattle-telling snakes
Get shot up, brutalized and thrown in lakes
The parts of a body is found days later
The other half was done by an amputator
I'm undefeated in plenty fights
My enemies are beaten with many stripes
I'll shoot up funerals, firebomb wakes
Vehicular homicides, whatever it takes
Just to keep control of my empire
I'll set ya own mother on fire
'cause when it comes down just to me and my money
Ain't a fucking thing funny
All those who pose a threat i'll stick them
Ya friends, ya family and innocent victims
Get caught in the midst when i'm busting of nines
But they was in the wrong place, the wrong time
Decapitated bodies found in lots
While i'm still cooking up kilos in pots
The kilos becomes bricks and the bricks becomes rocks
Then retailed on the blocks
I drive around in expensive cars
And get women who fuck like porno stars
I get them high, you know, like powder they nose
Then put 'em in the streets as my high-class hoes
I'm wild, living foul and i'm ruthless
I leave muthafuckers toothless
I had a worker who stepped on the scene lively
Then started selling my customers ivory
Soap, counterfeit vials of cracks
I stuck 'em to death with a thousand thumbtacks
You've seen my resume, that's just the half
I'm a bad muthafucker, just like shaft
A character played by who？ richard roundtree
The only difference, my guns are sound-free
Silencers ring off then wisp by
Then all you hear is a last minute cry
Of those who triedto control my territory
Not the west side but the bed-stuy story
Police be giving me eye-to-eye contact
But i smile 'cause i'm putting out contracts
Now a g-note is placed upon ya head
You say picture that alright, bang ya dead
This is the life of a drug dealer
3.The Genius Is Slammin'
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
4.Those Were The Days
Those were the days, back in junior high
For an 8th grader, my style was kinda fly
And just to prove i was an mc pro
I often sponsored a classroom show
And the hype part of my imagination
Was making my homeroom a hip hop station
Minutes before the late bell would ring
I would greet the audience and then i'll swing
A lyric or two as the students barked
Beacuse my rhymes had sparked
Off somethign causing the class to mingle
To a rhythm which is now a 12' single
Letting off many styles of hip hop
Holding the mic that i made in wood shop
Forget gold, my key chain was a cable
Two math textbooks were turntables
And for a mixer, something much cooler
A penny being cross faded on a ruler
Measuring dope beats that were flexed
From hands that played a drum roll on a desk
From my home girl, her name, fly as emory
Sweet memory
I remember sitting in my art class
Drawing up lyrics kinda fast
The outcome, a masterpiece
Live shows with hyped up rhymes released
As if lyrics were flowing from the heavens above
I'll grab a mic and provoke a push to a shove
From boys and girls who broke necks to see
The lyrics g.o.d.
Those were the days
Now it's high school, lunch room's the scene
And i'm ready to flip the routing
In the cafeteria, period three
And here i come with the jvc
I go in my pocket and pull out a mic
Plug it in, check one-two...alright
Now who wanna show and prove their mc skills？
A brother stepped forward and tried to get ill
But when it came time to live out his name
He kicked rhymes that all sounded the same
But i did him in with a matter of time
And he was done with one victorious rhyme
He was shocked because he knew he was rocked
Along with his classmates from off his block
Yo!, i'm telling you, i flipped his whole crew
One against one or one against two
Or three or four brothers who swore they can rhyme
Battled me and got taken out every time
From my style and my dope profile
Plus the period of time that i rocked for awhile
As a motivated, dominated supreme force
Cultivated, activated cream and source
The wise educated and born to be
The one who would flip an mc
Those were the days
5.What Are Silly Girls Made Of
Chorus：
What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
A neck full of gold, material things huh
That's what silly girls are made of
Verse one：
On a scale of one to ten i seen a girl about a nine
A slave of mental death of only she was divine
Walking down my ex-block, the block munroe
I said, peace to her, the girl said hello
Well hell is low and the lowest you can go
Is thirty-two degrees, below zero
So i started to rain on this young girl's brain
Causin her a great mass of physical pain
She said, 'tit for tat, step off my bra strap.
No diamonds, no gold, you cannot get a rap.'
Then i said, 'so what？', as i grabbed her butt
She smiled for a while but her mouth kept shut
The girl is eighteen, just birthed a child
You're young in the brain and your thoughts are wild
You're on welfare, yo but you don't care
You say, 'ftf is always there.'
Yes ftf meaning face-to-face
The main headquarters of your local place
Where you collect your bi-weekly pay
To support the foolish habits you abuse everyday
Chorus：
What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
'yeah that's right, i'm juicin em, i'm juicin em dry!'
Is that what silly girls are made of？
Verse two：
There has never been a dame in my entire life
My girlie, my ex, my next or my wife
There has never been one who tried to disrespect
Especially a member of the opposite sex
Yo bust it, there's somethin that i gotta let out
But i don't want to be known as ralph the blabbermouth
Silly girls, they think guys are soft
But all they wanna do, is knock their boots off
And just from obtaining the common sense
You can tell that the girlies seem rather quite dense
Other than dense they play slightly bold
But from the statements i made they could not uphold theyself
They break down, and they start to cry and said
'oh! i don't believe this guy!'
Chorus：
Now what are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
'it's all about the finances' 'forget the romance'
Is that what silly girls are made of？
What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
'guys with cash' 'can rock my big a--'
Is that what silly girls are made of？
Verse three：
Silly girls on a strip, struttin back and forth
Watchin cars, thinkin of g'n off
Lookin for gentlemen, who they might swing
And attitudes, like you can get anything
You wear tight bodysuits under long coats
But ain't satisfied until a pervert slice your throat
You're young you're dumb and you used to be innocent
When young, now take a look at what you've become
A bloodsucker, trying to get all you can
Out the pocket of thenext girl's man
Just to clothe yourself in gold and jewelry
You wear tight jeans with attempts to lure me
Into your web, cause you're livin like a spider
And playin it off, like everything's oreida
You come out late at night and roam the streets
Like thiefs, stalkin a piece of flesh meat
Is that what you do for a living get paid？
C'mon, there's plenty of ways to get paid
But instead of living the life that's clean and sturdy
You'd rather go out and get your knees dirty
Chorus：
What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
'he better buy me some gold bamboozles' 'and some fendi too'
Is that what silly girls are made of？
What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
First of all, don't leave home without it
Without what？
The gold card
I'm tryin to tell you now
I don't lay on my back for free
You know as they say
If you wanna taney
Ya gots ta pay
Yo what's up gorgeous, what's your name？
Baby let's talk about your assets first
Alright baby, well let's go for a ride in my new car
What kind of car you drivin baby？
I got a new yugo
A yugo？ c'mere
You go, get in your yugo
And get on out of here!
Girlfriend, tell him about hisself
I don't believe him, he got champagne thoughts and bud light
money
Bud light money？ a yugo？ a thirty-five hundred dollar car？
And you steppin to this？ i take only benz's and better love
Forget about the love it's all about the money
So let's go put on our silk suits and step to the club tonight
That's where it's at
Yeah, money
6.Living Foul
Such a shame, such a shame
Critical...
You're living foul, things are getting wild
It's difficult to raise a child
Cause growin up in a lost environment
Every day becomes a new experiment
Now we are faced with problems
But if we come together we can solve them
Before we start to solving, here's a sample
Who's coming foward to set the example
Inflation, starvation
Surviving takes a strong nation
Those who like to bring about static
Be aware of the true asiatic
What you see was predicted before
We were already warned of this bloody drug war
Wherever you sell it wherever you go
Ya still being clocked by the cops, ya know
You're paid by the hours, they see time flies
While your brain's being showered by a bunch of lies
You say i'm no slave where's the lock and chain
Hmmm, on your ignorant brain
Skip to ya loo with your high pro glow
Ya not stim off life, ya stimulated off blow
Or the new improved, ask beaming jack
Criza, criza, crack
Chorus： you're living foul, living foul
My people you were forced then brought
Stripped from your jewels brainwashed and then taught
To hate, deceive and dislike each other
Separating themselves, you're not my brother
Sit up at home for a mystery
Face-valuing things that you can't see
Can't taste can't smell, hear or feel
But senses prove everything is real
I'm here to present a positive way
If strong you'll accord if weak you'll stray
Drug users are stuck in the mud
Another 20th century modern day chud
These cannibal humanoid undernourished dwellers
Just took your check to the heroin cellar
Dope addicts, that walk and roam
Might have acquired immune deficiency syndrome
Aids, doesn't come from me
Cause i've studied and learned my history
It had to be something evil to bring that about
This is showing and proving beyond a shadow of a doubt
Chorus： you're living foul, living foul
When you wake up, to a brand new day
And you think about your salary or your pay
You think of negative things, should i get involved
Caught in crime, serving time, that's problems to solve
So you think about it, say that you must quit
Smoke a blunt, then you do the same old shhhh
And while ya high you don't truly know why
You spent your cash so that you can buy
Some herb (word) and some old e (yeah)
A fifty cent philly so the herb can be
Rolled up modern style to what we call a blunt
Know the facts is true don't try to front
Or stray away from the positive message in the song
That's only showing and proving you're not strong
And the strong is what we need today
Why？ they go the opposite way
Chorus： of living foul, you're living foul
The words right now flowing off my tongue
Is for the old, the young, the one's that's strong
Those who are worshippers of diamonds and gold
You should not be bought and you should not be sold
Those who always want but does not need
Is slightly controlled by the hands of greed
If you rob, steal, backstab and abduct
Sooner or later you will self-destruct
Chorus： you're living foul
7.Drama
Talkin bout drama
I met a young brother, how young about eight
He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight
I greeted him, and struck a conversation
To see if the youngster had some self-motivation
Peace brother, what's your name, and how ya be
He said i be soon coming off the currency
I said gettin paid, he said yeah like my man's brother
Who has a condo he shares with his baby's mother
He said a condo beats my apartment
With no lights and no gas and much backed up rent
No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty rats
That'll eat up the average alleycat
He said yeeahhhh boyyyeee, that's poverty
I said word, i know and it bothers me
Cuz we are the victims, of a situation
How wicked man, seperated
A nation and got us cold-killin off one another
(word-word, to the mother)
It's getting hot, how hot, hotter than july
Cuz the murder and crime rate is rising very high
For example, in my neighborhood, it's so hot
I'm often woke up, from the alarming sound of a shot
So i'm thinking what, is my neighborhood a trap
Could this be the place marked x on the map？
Now i'm spotted like a target, in the shooting gallery
So i start to seek for a better salary
So i can escape from where, from this ghetto life area
Cause everyday you're getting scarier
＊blam blam＊ and scarier and scarier
Causing mass hysteria, it's drama
Talkin bout drama
Not to be bold and disrespect the homeless
Cuz i can see that they suffer from a long list
From not having shelter, and out on the street
Without a job and days without a bite to eat
Yo i feel for those, but here's another side
About some more people that's living on the outside
Because of the fact that they chose the wrong way
And it took em on a trip for a long day
Got to the point you started stealing from your house
Stalking the rooms late at night like a mouse
Your family's upset and you've got to go
When it's, five, below and we're ex-pecting snow
And then you're on the train with a cup in your hand
Kicking dirt, and making it look like sand
Then after you run that game for a while
You start sucking up tokens from out the turnstile
Are you that desperate, just to get a hit
Is it so effective that you won't quit, and yo
Why do you come to me crying the blues？
About you can't get a job well go sell some street news
Then you can get straight and be real
But you'd rather rob and steal
And that's drama
Talkin bout drama
Not wonderama
But i'm talkin bout drama
Here what i'm sayin？
I'm not talkin bout your mama
Nahhhh, but i'm talkin bout drama
Shaolin fist versus the llama
Talkin bout drama
8.Words From A Genius
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)_
9.Who's Your Rhymin' Hero
Who's your rhymin' hero
I use lyrics versatile, beat up, on any style
Treat em like stepchilds and smile
I grab the mic then i check one two
Brother's look, yo what he's gonna do
Hmm, you know i don't get too hyped
I just fully load up the brain and cock the mic
And blast off rhymes, within a matter of time
I'm like a mirror of organized crime
For slaying an mc who think that he might be
The first brother who could come up and fight me
Start running like you're looking for p.c.
Protective... custody
Cuz i'm blowing off, just for going off
You may think i'm showing off, cuz every rhyme is flowing off
A dope beat that is so sweet to the eardrum
Gets the crowd prepared to hear some
Super, high-powered lyrics, specially chosen
The battle's a snowstorm and brothers are frozen
Thirty-two degrees below zero
Now who's your rhymin' hero (3x)
The genius, is a rap professor
Casual dresser, you may dress fresher
But the way i speak is so poetic
Describe me on the mic, i'm energetic
Even if you roll up strapped with an uzi
Yo, i'm not the type of guy
Cuz my lyrics are high powered, meaning fly
I'm not barn, i'm building hard
You thought that i was weak, well let me speak
With me being frozen this mc weather come to
All linked together
See i got wreck, wrapping things in check
You got germs, worms, plus a lack of respect
I'll be teachin, you couldn't handle
A style like mine, i dismantle
Just by pickin up the mic, and start showin
I cold turn it out, and yo then
I get super serious strong and then furious
Give an mc something to make them curious
On, professors, in college
I stomp em out just with supreme knowledge
Bustin up witches, yo i give stitches
Super-suckin-fuckin-lickin-some-sexy-scali bitches
I go off, and off men often
See the december's primateen mist coughin
Cuz i'm the god building hard never barred
Bringin crazy static to your attic
Now i'm known to flip a show
Now who's your rhyming hero (4x)
You have some mc's who get too hyped
From a ten word rhyme it took em hours to type
That's not mcing, just an mc being
Weak on his words and never thinkin bout freeing
Poitive thoughts that i let come out
I'm the genius of this, i know what it's about
Cuz on the mic i'm a leader, school i am a reader
When it comes to sex, a strong good breeder
Mc's max but every one i wax
And collect the cash money without being taxed
Now that i have your attention, i'd like to mention
Don't battle me at any rap convention
If so i'll show all who wants to know
To detemine who's an amateur and who is a pro
Don't mean to get ill, cuz i know how you feel
You lack words like mines, talent and skill
Now i'm known to flip a show
Now who's your rhyming hero (4x)
10.Phony As Ya Wanna Be
When i hold a mic in my hand, it's devotion
Then i began flowing in a smooth steady motion
Cause i'mcontended to know that i've invented
Poetry which has been highly complimented
Thus how i rhyme is what i feel on stage
And from a fraction of a thought i can write a whole page
I'll just pull a notebook from off the shelf
And like salt-n-pepa i express myself
To make most of you know me, and some of you don't
But when it comes to cold challenging, i bet none of you won't
Arrange a battle, improve your style
Against a brother with a totally different profile
Most of you flake cold front ya flex
And hesitate on rhymes that should've been memorex
But you forgot i remember you're an amateur
Mystery worshipper, nowi prefer
Thati remind you or tease ya on who's the boss
Cause you suffer amnesia, that's memory loss
Well get this just as quiet as it's kept
Mc's on the chart from teh start has slept
Let's shake them,wake them, they should be woke
For what？ they take mc'ing for a practical joke
You don't have what it takes to be an mc
Ya just as phony as ya wanna be
You present yourself to be the quiet storm
You're a sneaky littlesnake in a devilish form
But as they say, yo, to each its own
And to each one who plays with a microphone
Abbreviate microphone and m.i.c.
Meaning what, myself, i, you see
I invite those to battle me then they're through
Bust it, i'mnot prejudiced you're invited too
The rap convention or the mc show
I have rhymes to block those who hit below
The belt, that means biting a rhyme
Yes, i'll wax you, tax you and plus save time
Now who is known to uphold his own
And words are heard like a strong baritone
Freestyle techniques that's wild and bold
That'll smile in your face and still come so cold
That i'll freeze you to the point of non-defrost
Now you're trapped in the land of the lost
Should i, could i, would i lose
When it's a selfish sore loser like you i choose
To roll your big eyes and suck your buck teeth
Because you're upset that you ever caused beef
Yo homeboy, i never meant to tease
But it's a slaughter, can someone help him please
Feeling uncomfortable, then loosen your belt
Once the genius gets heated up, suckers will melt
Then after ya melt, ya start dripping like water
Then you can say this was a goddamn slaughter
You don't have what it takes to be an mc
Ya just phony as ya wanna be
Ain't no rhymes like the one i got
They put competitors in a trance, y'all
Radio stations ran them a lot
They made children play and dance y'all
How dare ya mention you're an mc
When the crowd disagrees on who claim to be
Cause your battle piece are the rhymes you release
And that only make the crowd boos increase
Hey, may i say i'll stay a dj
Mc who try to defeat me or portray
One who claims he gain much respect
But in a battle, straight up and down ya getting wrecked
Cauise getting with me is definitely a slaughter
Or diving in a pool head first without water
So don't set yourself up to get brutalized
That only happens when you're not energized
Bit i'm so damn energized, i'm energetic
That i can wreck a microphone 'til it's pathetic
Oka, got it in your head, correct
That i'm victoriouson any subect
You disbelieve, then huh, call the title
Then after one rhyme you'll be calling me your idol
It's like..zap...another one on my jock strap
Now you walk around praising my name
Cause i'm slamming and i make you feel the pain
You don't have what it takes to be an mc
Ya just phony as ya wanna be
11.Stop The Nonsense
I see youngsters little teenagers
Walking around with beepers and pagers
And who's beeping them？ oh it's the boss
Making sure no one is taking a loss
On his multi-thousand dollar operation
But how does he thank them for their participation
Whatever the pay, it's still not enough
Cause what they got into is some serious stuff
Hours a day back and forth on the strip
Sending customers far on a trip
And this roots of all evil brings about war
Cause you wanna open up another crack store
Children can't play in the parks and things
Because a stray bullet might be headed for the swings
You never though about that, oh i guess not
All you thought about was owning your own spot
To putting more and more people to sleep
But ya heading for a pothole six feet deep
You see the problem has gotten more serious
And the community is getting more furious
Get it deep in your head i told you so
It goes way beyond just saying no
Chorus： stop the nonsense
Remember steve with the blue jag？
They found him cut up and stuffed in a bag
He had his own operation uptown
And there was plenty other drug dealers he would cut down
In other words he was living foul
Shootin up neighborhoods acting wild
He said he had to protect his drug trade
Which we manufactured throughout arcades
He made sure his enemies felt the pain
Whoever he felt was a threat, got slain
Like donna, who was only sixteen
And she was employed on another drug scene
She try to set up a hit on steve
But he sliced her throat until she could not breathe
This is what happens when you deal
You don't care on who you got to kill
I might walk outside and get shot
Because i live next door to a drug spot
And i don't need this stuff in my vicinity
Of me being shot for mistaken identity
This is the stuff that steve was on
Now he's dead long and gone
Chorus： with his old nonsense
12.Superfreak
I hopped on the train and cold clocked a chick
Who looked good as hell but she appeared to be sick
I would say she had to look as if she swallowed a worm
Then again she could've swallowed several ounces of sperm
Giving me the eye as if i was the right antidote
So i decided to swing a smooth episode
While the train stopped at grand central turn
Before i knew her name i was massaging her perm
I said, 'my you look drunk, have you been drinkin alcohol？'
You got a fever here's an extra strength tylenol
She said, 'great a comedian, comic'
She leaned on me, i said, 'please don't vomit!'
She said, 'i'm not i just need some rest'
I said, 'a few more stops, the genius house is best'
Got to my rest, her whole attitude change
But deep inside, she seemed sexually strange
Went in the room and she flopped on the bed
With wild-ass thoughts inside her headachish head
I went in the kitchen to prepare some food
When i came back in she was completely nude
I know it sounds weak but believe it or not
That the fever in her head ran straight to her twat
She was burning! burning up out
It took more, than firemen, to put that out
And yo, i was hard, just as hard as a rock
That i can hit a home run, with my cock
She said, 'let me show you what we do uptown
I huff and i puff till i blow your balls down'
Wild as a wolf from off wilderness ave
She said, 'my what a great big ahhh! you have'
I started dripping and dripping in consecutive terms
I know we must save water but that does not include sperm
Did you ever know a girlie who just loves to switch
From a part time lover to a part time bitch
While she's loving part time, she's riding on mine
She says, 'i love you long as you keep making me feel fine!'
In her behind, vagina, or heated climax
That i would sew, control, finger then wax
Now she's swingin so low yo she flex like wrecks
Cuz she can set records on oral sex
There's no lie what i said, she lives in the bed
If she got married, she'd be a worn out newlywed
And if she heard these words yo she would not cry
Because sperm, the only damn tears in her eye
Her drip-drop face is the one i painted
Just stared in her eyes while she damn near fainted
As she choked, goggled, then spit up
Cuz cream, was flowing, all over her cup
On the bathroom floor cuz her parents were home
And i just could-n't tolerate her moans and groans
'genius, oh genius, oh rock me so hard!
Cuz i don't want to stop, i love you god!'
But there's one thing she could never erase
That the thing she really wanted just sprayed in her face
So she regret, she ever swung low before
But this little hot bitch comes swingin for more
It used to be one, now it's five fingers of death
That rips her insides, as she gasp for breath
To say, 'i love you! i love you! forever so!
I'm getting hot getting hot let me blow let me blow'
What she thought was love, turned out to be lust
That made her live by the laws, in sex we trust
13.Stay Out Of Bars
Yo, check this shit out
Hangin out in bars can become no joke
When you start to drinkin gin rum bacardi and coke
Or martini and rossi, asti spumante
Even forties being shared throughout the posse
Jukebox is slamming throughout the bright moon
With the melody, of a soft barry white tune
I sit back, like i got it made in the shade
Holding my dick as i talk to the barmaid
Excuse me miss, 'alright here i come
May i help you？' yeah, double shot of rum
'on the rocks sir？' mm-mmm, not at all
Who the fucks need ice inside of burning alcohol
I reach in my pockets to tip the whore
But i'm clumsy, my change start falling on the floor
I play macho, and say leave it for the sweeper
Beep beep beep beep beep my fucking beeper
I start stumbling to the phone booth
Revealing all symptoms of drinking ninety proof
The phone booth door is closed, the light is on
The girlie just dialed nine-seven-zero porn
She sit back, with her legs cocked in the air
While her fingers do the walking through her knotty pubic hair
Her eyes are shut tight, she moans and groan
I hit the glass, 'get the fuck off the phone!'
She jumped up and said, 'you just had to be the one
To interrupt me when i was having so much fun'
I said, 'hold up, yo, bitch you think it's cute
To be perverted let alone a sleazy prostitute'
She said, 'how can you try to disrespect any female
Or me and my homegirls just because we sell'
I said, 'pussy？ that's what you call it？'
She screamed out, 'you're god damn right you alcoholic!'
She said, 'this is a public phone and you do not run it'
I said, 'so is your pussy but can i use it when i want it？'
Stay out of bars (2x)
I was in times square, loungin hard
Me and the prince rakeem, you know the god
Watchin females posin for a flick
Thinking of who would be the first to turn a trick
'yo genius you see that？' 'yeah' 'so what you think？'
'let's swing em to the nearest spot to have a drink'
I winked at one she said, 'hi' in a low pitch
Rakeem started flowing and bagged the other hoe bitch
Now we searchin for a zebra lounge
To settle down, right in the heart of midtown
Went to this place, called the sting pit
Got inside and seen all types of shit
Men who looked soft but acting wild
Dancing to the beat, ten city style
Females who wore jeans that were tight
With faces resembling transvestites
Everyone in the bar gave my girlies mean looks
As if they were fugitive crooks
They smiled at me and the god, showin all thirty-two
That's when i caught the clue
As this red-bone, who thought she looked fly
Rolled up on me, and she said 'hi'
That one little word fucked up the whole night
Her voice was deeper, than barry white
I jumped up, and boy did i flip
I pull out a nine and i empty the clip
The place was flowin with crazy blood
A little midtown massacre type flood
And as we stepped off from the scene
Here's the message i got from rakeem
Stay out of bars (4x)
14.True Fresh Mc
Chorus：
I rock the mic at any party
And in the place to be
I'm a true, true fresh mc
I'm a true fresh mc
I work real hard to achieve my goal
From building and bringing out my true inner soul
Which was once on a downfall and then uplifted
So why live life foul when you're talented and gifted
I've changed, rearranged my total direction
Searchin' for happiness, seeking for perfection
Living the true life, a real story
To make you realize the truth, not scream glory
Glory, hallelujah, not here to fool ya
But to replenish your souls as i school ya
With a greeting of purified education
Always correcting errors which stops the temptation
Of you doing wrong singing the same sad song
Renewing bad histories for how long
A long long time ago
Going fo rmind made the genius a pro
And as you see who i be
I be the genius and thus a true m.c.
Chorus
Brothers need to study some lessons
They are the blessings to keep you from guessing
The questions that is asked by the seeker
Put on the beat and let me born it through the speaker
Peace, a lot of mc's like to say it
And some that advocate it they just spray it
Out and scream and shout, beyond the shadow of a doubt
They don't know what it's about
Just to keep you informed with the significance
How can i prove this through true evidence
Some make me laugh, think they droppin' math
Show and proven is a difficult path
Within teh five percent, i am the live percent
Those who perpetrate are the jive percent
I be the universal, the biochemical
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head is the physical
That keeps rhymin' until it's unbearable
No individual is comparable
You have aproblem inform the technician
But he's not dealing with those of superstition
Those who like dealing with it superstitiously
Cross your fingers when you steppin' to me
I don't nee beefs and problems, riffs and static
Debates and arguments that snot dramatic
I need action, it speaks louder than a word
Especially when the word is loud and unheard
Word is what？ my word is bond, your word is bull
Now it's your card i'm gonna pull
15.Feel The Pain
I feel i'm a threat to high powered mc's
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
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