Words From A Genius Lyrics - The Genius Gza

Intro: 

One two one two check one two 

The Genius in the place to be 

Verse One: 

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-assistance 

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 Two: 

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 sucker 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 Three: 

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 fuck 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)_