Blakk Jay - Genius lyrics
[Blakk Jay - Genius lyrics]
Keep ya raw addicts of all tactics
Not GZA a little bigger
Less darker y'all figure
To put me in a category with no history
Without reading his story
Judging books by the covers these days
It's judging looks by it's colors these days
We all looking like each other
This is when clones attack
But somehow similar but our differences
Seem to hold us back it's never cracked lips
Never chap lips
When I spit it's never practice
You still average
Barely passed the bench mark for being avid
You still past tense
And I'm on to the next one
On to the on to the future like a Jetson
Throwback wardrobe like a Met son
'86 World Series that's the best one
The genius
Mr international oh my that's cold
$30 WalMart boots looking like Timbos
I'm never simple nor sensual
But suspenseful with the pencil
Drew the stencil mapped the game out
Switched lanes in a '97 Sebring
Hit the E brake just so we
Don't take the same route ya flow like me
But dog it ain't out the same spout
I'm ice cold like Arnold not
In '94 more like '97
Mr freeze on these other boys
No love for these cats like Mr kevin
They breeze like decoys meaning
They ain't moving
Push em they shooting like hot shots
But Im Mutumbo when it comes
To making blocked shots you stay John Stock
Pass it off to the mailman watch me
Slam it down in ya mailbox, genius
Sharper than lead pencils stuck to ya skin
Begin the rough draft still eclipsing
Before I'm peaking pippens on the feet when
I was just a young tike
Used to rock the Mike
Jordans on my feet when checks was mad nice
$250 for the joints talking bout Spizikes
King County can't count me out of being
In the top dog contention
Bout y'all condition similar as an ink pen
Ink em on 11: 11 appointments
Just to keep them
In the mood of I wish you would
And be one like a genius
Make the wish no good boom blam kazaam
Breaking backboards glass like the
Big diesel Superman shaqnosis 3-2 hypnosis
I'm Hakeem make the dream 3-4 the dosage
Genius
Not GZA a little bigger
Less darker y'all figure
To put me in a category with no history
Without reading his story
Judging books by the covers these days
It's judging looks by it's colors these days
We all looking like each other
This is when clones attack
But somehow similar but our differences
Seem to hold us back it's never cracked lips
Never chap lips
When I spit it's never practice
You still average
Barely passed the bench mark for being avid
You still past tense
And I'm on to the next one
On to the on to the future like a Jetson
Throwback wardrobe like a Met son
'86 World Series that's the best one
The genius
Mr international oh my that's cold
$30 WalMart boots looking like Timbos
I'm never simple nor sensual
But suspenseful with the pencil
Drew the stencil mapped the game out
Switched lanes in a '97 Sebring
Hit the E brake just so we
Don't take the same route ya flow like me
But dog it ain't out the same spout
I'm ice cold like Arnold not
In '94 more like '97
Mr freeze on these other boys
No love for these cats like Mr kevin
They breeze like decoys meaning
They ain't moving
Push em they shooting like hot shots
But Im Mutumbo when it comes
To making blocked shots you stay John Stock
Pass it off to the mailman watch me
Slam it down in ya mailbox, genius
Sharper than lead pencils stuck to ya skin
Begin the rough draft still eclipsing
Before I'm peaking pippens on the feet when
I was just a young tike
Used to rock the Mike
Jordans on my feet when checks was mad nice
$250 for the joints talking bout Spizikes
King County can't count me out of being
In the top dog contention
Bout y'all condition similar as an ink pen
Ink em on 11: 11 appointments
Just to keep them
In the mood of I wish you would
And be one like a genius
Make the wish no good boom blam kazaam
Breaking backboards glass like the
Big diesel Superman shaqnosis 3-2 hypnosis
I'm Hakeem make the dream 3-4 the dosage
Genius