Easy Mo Bee - The Genius is Slammin' lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 Ba** 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 [Hook] I'm slammin' The Genius is slammin' [Verse 2] 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 ga**ed, ya charged, and kinda stuck up But I define your challenge, a total f** up And it's critical, a crying shame How 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 Ca**idy 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] M.C. means mic constructor I build That have s**ers 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-peak 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 sh** like a switchblade [Hook]