EXS (Nysay) - Genius lyrics

[J-Yak] Bang With Jackson, the anglo-saxon Can't see him on cash, like Abraham's hat brim Slowly Baffling, every rapper that's aft'r him Nothing but back rim, my buzz sorta like packed tins The flows heavy, they can't swim, provide levies Like Jackson, Andrew, And you, aren't ready to handle The man who flows like glowin candles Stand huge... getting big like growing handles Its a scandal... tracks splitting their cantelopes Hidden insight, im rippin mics with anecdotes Still I Let it all fall out like Janet Jackson tho.. woah Faded fresh off a super bowl Genius, 9th wonder sh**, send it to the funeral Turn it to a urinal, looking back a year ago And seeing the progression, like watching some Ch-Ch-Chias grow I'm off the map, like commercial-driven vehicles Free-to-blow, Smoke in the direction that Katrina roamed In-ward, with game colder than blizzards Cold as 'Soda pop-but, most you rappers full of bull-sh** like Derek Roses locker..Thad Matta, with buck eyes These tough guys, are so su-prised I dump these punchlines, must i, disrupt guys, above i? f** why, cuz why not... I made it due to Entourage jus like Saigon Bygones are bygones, I try on these.... Various styles, then spit it back like a python Nothing but nylon, clear to see I made it genius I'm the addition of John Wall, don't play Arenas I remain in Bleachers, rap as mainly features But represent a wide possy of creative creatures Peace up, and please up your speakers To find out, what the hell's this Genius sh** he speaks of [John Daniel] With or without dap, welcome to the introduction The whereabouts in tact, help the Midwest function Met the fork in the road, saying f** a junction Hear my stomach rumblin', ya label's a luncheon Pa**ive with the pa**ion, hope ya seatbelts fastened I March through Madness without fillin' out a bracket It's me on a beat, so notepads tend to worry You dudes put mics/Mike's to sleep like Conrad Murray I guess I can relate, cause I end up k**in' em Or like kids were with Mike, they end up feelin' em The haters put will in him, they say I'm well played Some gotta face regrets everyday like Yung L.A Young Elway, that's a well away from drying up I'm well arranged, not the type to admire luck Supplyin' snuff, while these f** boys advancin Been seein' bars so long, call me young Chuck Manson This ya last hope, watch the lead start freelancin' 'Til you walkin' 'longside ghosts, like Ted Danson You are just a stand in, the ma**es ain't feelin' ya That's cool, I'm Gadhafi and the rest is playing Libya I've had enough, so it's time to alarm 'em quick Goin' 'gainst my whole branch, y'all armed with sticks There's never been +GOOD Music+ without Common Sense Wait, there's never been +GOOD Music+ without a Consequence I'm a problem, #5 when the evens were a**igned There's no solvin', 'less you tryna stay far from behind I'm not a poor soul, or rich with talent But I've been pushin' it to a T, half comprised of Malice I've arrived as valid, try to adjust to this balance Had the game pick my brain and gave it a cleft pallete We have you surrounded, crowd dumbfounded Pound for pound I leave 'em numb, and found dead [Devers] Its the face of a genius, tho the eyes of a fighter I see em Christian bail and run out at the spark of my lighter In spite of, the sight of doom when its present I close the door upon the devil when its knockin from on top of the heavens And in my presence fail inevitably, please Puts your guns down clown and fix your wobbly knees 365 days and even more ways im k**em I turned em 360 degrees and hung up the will in em I tend to give a little back, every track cold Said infact, reynold wrap tight... with black soles And these plaques show... they can't f** with me Still around, round 3, see me swinging for more So..close... heart outta my chest, at best Flex, tryna show my double helix/he-lexxx So suprised so repressed...blessed Evil genius smarts, flow's growin from the start Showin.. how a pro stays throwin darts Locally grown, so close to the throne Tho these people only see me in the light thats been shown Til im blowin up the west, im kobe strokin his best Im always close to the gold, the treasure beats in my chest My pleasure to bring you rhymes you neva eva contest with So pull the lever, devers check this Ever so invested, sicker than congested Noses snortin powdery compounds, born to astound Born to with stand, the mighty altered hand of the man The band stand bangs, the snare maintains The beat seeps in creeps through my deep veins Could you, tell me why should I stay sane? Holdin the same mic that flamed your gang with propane Ey... but its really just a peace sign thang Throw it up while my sh** bangs.. while my sh** bangs [ExZ] They never honest in responses, fit predictability The villain in the will of me is k**ing me Questioning ability and billing me, finding ways to tax Zach I swear - emotions fluctuate as much as the Nasdaq It's funny, hung around this cold girl called karma Never listened to the b**h, in regard to my honor Got my Berlin Wall on - so nothing she could call upon Till shame caved in, the dialed bu*tons she garnered - Now-, from living with her grew quickly sick of the b**hing So the only girl I'm kissing now, my mother and sisters Know another b**h always hooked on material matters Tryna' contemplate myself whether material matters You say that you believe in me; for all the wrong reasons Grieve that I don't need you, I don't need appeasement You don't know me, and I don't want to know who you are But it's ironic.... She gives me substance for bars, yeah It's two slashes with your soul in the middle Going bowling with my motives so he roll in the riddles But there's a role in the riddles, I just try to make sense of it Incentives lit for sentences and censoring the censorship My mother tells me that my touch strikes gold But they don't see it.... See I don't rock nice clothes Like, tell me dude, who you tryna impress? If you around a lot of gavels you allow in distress It's the struggle to survive and resist, in difference With the struggle to take it in and make amends with being different Now tell me, what;s the one thing in the world that can be on itself? My mind is on my mind, so they questioning my honest health But f** it, I know where I'm at, and where I'm 'bout to be Get out your seats with "how can he's" and stretched arms outwardly ....These motherf**ers tryna shake my hand But I put it on my mother you'll never break my man.. nah