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I feel I'm a threat to high powered MC's
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Cause when I roll up on their live shows they kinda freeze
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From being approached by The Genius of rap
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Whose poetry makes hands on a clock clap
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You see, I be coming with strong rhymes galore
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That even a stubborn MC can't ignore
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That trying to defeat me brings about danger
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Like a child speaking to a stranger
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Soft MC's, I see more and more
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With an ancient style, the prehistoric bore
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Yes, they scream and roar until their throat get sore
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Now they're running to the neighborhood drug store
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To buy the cough drop for what? The wrong hip hop
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Now they swear they're on the good ship lollipop
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But it's a sweet trip to the candy shop
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POW!, now it's a six feet drop
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For stealin' rhymes which is incorrect
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Of those who speak on how others are weak
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You wanna sneak peek of the hype technique?
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Don't make me run up on start flipping like
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I'm insane, or you'll feel the pain
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I appreciate your comments of my creation
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Your standing up followed by your standing ovation
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Your kindliness to listen to the true MC
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Those who know me make me #1 cause they agree
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I rock on and on past the break of dawn
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Ask Rakeem, Unique Ason, or even Melquan
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Cause I be flowing at the same time showing
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Hard headed individuals who don't be knowing
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That I wreck it, cause my style was perfected
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And injected into a drop beat selected
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By who? Easy-Mo-Bee, the engineer
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But don't forget the hypest in the Northern Hemisphere
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The G, the, The G, the, The Genius
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From Earth, not Mercury or Venus
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Or Mars, cause then I'll be martian
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But even in that world I'll still be squashin'
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Brothers who feel they have the heart
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To battle me, then I'll just trip them apart
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Don't make me run up and start flippin' like I'm
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Insane, or you'll feel the pain
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Feel The Pain
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| The Genius |
