Intro:



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