Gza (formerly Known As The Genius) - Words From A Genius lyrics

[Intro:] One two one two check one two The Genius in the place to be [Verse 1:] 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-a**istance 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 2:] 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 s**er 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 3:] 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 f** 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)]