[Hook: GEDA The Genius]
Don't get mad or get even I get more money
Blow up, whole countries, talk to me
Gods trade papers, saying "in I they trust"
So I body squads, 5 for 1
(It's been a Sales bonanza)
[Verse 1: GEDA The Genius]
I'm up in speakers, who the f** is Justin Bieber?
A s*ut with a hundred fever couldn't f** wit GEDA
The Virgin Mother pushing Jesus wasn't coming cleaner
If she had a nun and priest hum this underneath her
I just need a boricua with mean jugular, bubble bu*t
Roll my weed up where I can see her
She a keeper, I mean I seen uglier
But she ain't got enough money to be a diva
See-ya, like the cheese on a caesar, I mean the salad
I could of easily have said pizza, like we Italian
But we be them n***as that breathe the beef and violence
And get greasy as the scalp of somebody that need a stylist
Wowzers, head and shoulders above 'em, like some trousers
I should be a top of some tower, like I'm bowser
You ain't even f**in' with none of my young bowsers
I don't walk around with these thug bouncers to pluck flowers
Gone for a while I was getting sh** done
Y'all could borrow my style, but no one hitting my blunt
Until you father a child, you little n***as my sons
Here's a list of lyricists living that give it up:
It goes me, Kendrick, Cory Gunz……………………
Damn, guess I ain't have to say the names all at once
You rappers have to be on that haterade or that stuff
For that whack sh**, never mind training day take a month
Off and practice it's Crack b**h
You're going to MacArthur Park at night?
Yeah. My squad's going to sell some Gucci bags
Lt's a sales bonanza
[Verse 2: Grand Wizzard MC]
Apologies if I come off arrogant or conceited
But its hard believing my current allegiance ain't best in the region
b**h is you tweakin? That's The Reason These n***as in my hood don't ask for features
Why? Cause they'd know we beat 'em
It's like Ether
If I speak it then I mean it
Food For your dying minds n***a you need it, you should eat it
It's after dark at all times so please don't feed these creatures
You looking' for troubLe comin' 'round my courts, f** your subpoenas
Ready to paper shred it, f** n***as who hate excessive
Cause we came to make the game change direction, they can't accept it
From a young age, statutory raping beats
Who you label greatness we could break his teeth & hang his seeds
We make the scenes they pay to see, but since we create to teach
We made it free so study up a tape of me
Shut up & take a seat
Wrote this werse getting a Manicure & foot ma**age
To these Kings you nothing but rooks & pawns to look upon
Distribute crack to ma**es my pa**ions rapping & cooking raw to hook them on
GLobal control for all the crooks we brought
Run inside your living quarters to stick dick to daughters
Of n***as caught up on hating on us cause they b**h support us
Don't trust a f**ing souL, that's what a friendship taught us
Vicious slaughters of lyrics a million corpses depict in portraits
Rigamortus from k**ing artists that's feeling froggish
Your tiny souls can;t fiLL his Jordan's remember often the Wizzards bonkers
[Hook: GEDA The Genius]
Don't get mad or get even I get more money
Blow up, whole countries, talk to me
Gods trade papers, saying "in I they trust"
So I body squads, 5 for 1
(It's been a Sales bonanza)