Yo [yeah] Check it out son, check it out son
Yo, [Wu, can I get a soo] live in the place to be
You got the capital G
G to the A-M-C
Givin a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew from the old school
And we gonna take y'all back, knowhatI'msayin?
Lyrical sorcerors right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop son
[Yo check it]
Chorus: The Genius
Well if you livin in the world today
You be hearin the slang that the Wu-Tang say
Niggaz that front we don't handle em
So we blast em, alright, well OK
Well if you like the wicked sound then clap man
And if the women love it too well then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're Sure
[Punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it]
Verse One: The Genius
My rhyme gross weight be into combination
was too heavy for the Chevy's is chased out the station
Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it and
gassed up, fucking with some regular unleaded shit
Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that
bind-in, X marks the spot on the scope
Heavenly art, military is necessary, it's a gamble
MC's bet they best at every
power move, parable ditties might harm
if tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs
Flashbacks to the Duel of the Iron Mic
Look out for these fatal flying spikes, of massive
sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle
Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled
Now who could ever say they heard of this?
My motherfuckin style is mad murderous
Chorus: (in reverse verse)
Interlude: Method Man, Genius
Well what you know about MCin?
Yo, I know a lot
Well can you demonstrate somethin nigga? -ac
