Intro: RZA
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Yo [yeah] Check it out son, check it out son
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Yo, [Wu, can I get a soo] live in the place to be
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You got the capital G
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Z to the A-M-C
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Givin a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew from the old school
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And we gonna take y'all back, knowhatI'msayin?
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Lyrical sorcerors right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop son
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[Yo check it]
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Chorus: The Genius
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Well if you livin in the world today
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You be hearin the slang that the Wu-Tang say
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Niggaz that front we don't have,nah,
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So we blast em, alright, well OK
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Well if you like the way it sound then clap man
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And if the women love it too well then raise your hands
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But only raise your hands if you're Sure
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[Meth] Punk niggaz shatter like a glass dwore, break it
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Verse One: The Genius
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My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination
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was too heavy for the Chevy's is chased out the station
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Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it
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gassed up, fuckin with some regular unleaded shit
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Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that
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bind-in, X marks the spot on the scope
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Heavily armed military is necessary, it's a gamble
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MC's bet they best at every
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Powerful parable ditties might harm
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if tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs
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Flashbacks to the Duel of the Iron Mic
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Look out for these fatal flying spikes, of massive
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sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle
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Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled
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Now who could ever say they heard of this?
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My motherfuckin style is mad murderous
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Chorus: (in reverse verse)
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Interlude: Method Man, Genius
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Well what you know about MCin?
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Yo, I know a lot
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Well can you demonstrate somethin nigga?
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Huh, I'd rather not
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I'm talkin bout stacks cousin
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Nigga that's what I got
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Cash Rules the world
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Well Cash Rules the spot
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Verse Two: The Genius
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My preliminary attack keep cemetaries packed
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of niggaz who think it ain't like that
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MC's are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks
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Them God struck, religious niggaz call it bad luck
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Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web
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now bees are stingin, yo that niggaz MCing
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I'm just swingin swords strictly based on keyboards
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Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws
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I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor
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MC's be out like bank robbers
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Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor
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DJ the getaway driver
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Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal vibes
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On tracks stabbed up with razor sharp knives
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Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it
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Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate
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for fat tapes and then played out and out of date
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Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate
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And from that point, the God made a statement
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Draftin tracements, replacements in basements
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materials in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beat box
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and microscopic optics received through the boxes
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obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical
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Punchlines, that's unstoppable
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Ring like shots from glocks that attract cops
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around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop
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But we only increase if everything is peace
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Father U C King the police
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Chorus
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Chorus
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Living in the World Today
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Genius/GZA |