Blind Genius Lyrics - Khan!! The Me Generation - Andre Nickatina

Man, a new Rolls Royce hit the Popeyes drive-thru 

I had to tell my driver I'll guide you 

See my life thru a BlackBerry 

Some people like that 

But I think its kinda scary 

I'm somethin like a sailboat baby jus tryna sail away 

And you can tell I'm never comin back after today 

I bundle up for the night air 

Even though its cold and dark yo i still wear white Nike Airs 

I cop like 4 pairs 

It reminds me of Michigan and Antwan Jobear 

I hit the night like I'm el presidentay 

Don't wanna be up in the kizer perementay yo 

And I rush outta town like Picasso I rap pain 

A perfect picture yo 

Then I come right back 

Then I embrace my criminal mind, a criminal kind 

Heres your chance if you see a criminal shine 

Cuz my style is real 'Pac yo with the Pun set 

A lotta Tuxedos before I gotta jet 

I like breakfast in the nighttime 

MGA made a clock man its fight time 

Man this the life of a blind genius 

And even though I can see let me tell you what I mean is 

I'm so blind by material things 

Yeah sometimes I dont see whats in front of me mane 

Yeah ya heard right 

I hit the night life 

And shake the whole scene up like a pair of dice 

I tell the bartender thats too much ice 

And she overchargin on the hennessy price 

I dont freestyle 

I dont free lance 

I said paced out 

I say pay fast 

I know homies that passed in the weight class 

But it was pushin weight that they all passed at 

And when i gamble dont catch me on a bad day 

Like when the warriors had just lost the other day 

You send me to a preacher 

I confess 

You said its all good 

I said lets bet 

I think of Khan at the crack of dawn 

And then I hit my closet for a new sean John 

Im in the middle of a premier pack 

I put vocals in the burgandy 'lac 

Yo my perm is like jet black 

Man its the life of a blind soul 

Its like a hustla tryna sell you fake gold 

Or like a married man who aint never faithful 

Or talk down on a ?? when he break hos 

(CHORUS) 

I hit my court date smellin like straight weed 

Plus I had a fat knot in my blue jeans 

You might have to pray for me when I hit Vegas because my mind is wrapped up in the latest and the greatest 

My afrodesiach is the payest 

Never to play us or delay us 

And everyone that know me homie know I gotta shopping fetish 

If you think Im buyin you somethin you best forget it 

Backwards like benjamin button 

Or superbad somethin like McLovin 

Hotter than the oven 

Baby that boils the crack 

And When it comes to rap 

I'm like a spoiled brat 

And you can catch me some days, hair oiled back 

And countin on somethin thats a royal stack 

At the tuxedo party in royal black 

They had barbeque I said foil that 

(CHORUS)