matter If you just hold in your breath till you come back up in full Hold in your breath till you've thought it through, you fool The genius next door
Genius Genius Genius Genius 2-3-4 With me it's a religion With me it's a religion fifty-thousand strong Genius Genius Genius (Then I must be some
so smart You could steal a heart Anytime that you please Eugene, you genius Could you teach me Eugene, you genius Eugene, you genius Eugene, you genius Eugene, you genius
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There is a lesson here There is a flame that burns And it's burning brighter now Almost enough to see Almost enough to think Maybe that light could be The fire of genius
fan you'll always be a step behind me catch me if you can A choir of angels singing my praise soothing my anger easing my pain I AM BETTER THAN THE REST I'M AN UNDERCOVER GENIUS
Chorus: gza and rza I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front Cause it's the niggaz that front, they be pullin stunts I gotcha back, but you best
, that you know you Gotta read the label you gotta read the label if you don't read the Label you might get poisoned... Lyrics: genius Tommy ain't my
[killah hills intro features rza, ol dirty bastard, and "grey ghost"] (...the skill of shaolin) Rza: yes the good life, you know *clinks glass
Bobby said, "Fuck spendin' 50 on a whip, buy a clip" Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chip Said he had mad toys to make noise You split
The amplified sample will trample The leading cancel that vacate your vessel Guide this, strenuous as an arm wrestle Move swift as light A thousand years
On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice Where unskilled skaters cut figure-eight twice That's sixteen, uncut, direct from the cold Head on a soul
Eh yo Turn my shit up son too Yo You know exactly what I'm talking about Y'know? I'm gonna crash your crew I'm gonna crash your crew I'm gonna crash
of your bomb shelter, still felt the Heavy blast that blew off the mass of twelve welders The math of an elder, praise the Lord Thank you genius, operation
word that they be blasted Anything from two-twenty to one-forty, that's mine Y'all need to step the fuck off Y'all niggaz ain't crazy for real Chorus: genius
I feel I'm a threat to high powered mc's Cause when I roll up on their live shows they kinda freeze From being approached by the genius of rap Whose poetry
Yeah, yeah, yo I'm like a whirlwind spinnin' with words of wisdom In the ghetto only promised a hearse and system We complete like the solar system Play
Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters Dime droppers, twenty five to lifers Backstabbers, low blowers, illegal cocaine growers Starvation, profanity, anxiety
