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 makes hands on a clock clap

You see, I be coming with strong rhymes galore

That even a stubborn MC can't ignore

That trying to defeat me brings about danger

Like a child speaking to a stranger

Soft MC's, I see more and more

With an ancient style, the prehistoric bore

Yes, they scream and roar until their throat get sore

Now they're running to the neighborhood drug store

To buy the cough drop for what? The wrong hip hop

Now they swear they're on the good ship lollipop

But it's a sweet trip to the candy shop

POW!, now it's a six feet drop

For stealin' rhymes which is incorrect

Of those who speak on how others are weak

You wanna sneak peek of the hype technique?

Don't make me run up on start flipping like

I'm insane, or you'll feel the pain





I appreciate your comments of my creation

Your standing up followed by your standing ovation

Your kindliness to listen to the true MC

Those who know me make me #1 cause they agree

I rock on and on past the break of dawn

Ask Rakeem, Unique Ason, or even Melquan

Cause I be flowing at the same time showing

Hard headed individuals who don't be knowing

That I wreck it, cause my style was perfected

And injected into a drop beat selected

By who? Easy-Mo-Bee, the engineer

But don't forget the hypest in the Northern Hemisphere

The G, the, The G, the, The Genius

From Earth, not Mercury or Venus

Or Mars, cause then I'll be martian

But even in that world I'll still be squashin'

Brothers who feel they have the heart

To battle me, then I'll just trip them apart

Don't make me run up and start flippin' like I'm

Insane, or you'll feel the pain