What I'm about to flow on is so dope

The average hip hop fiend couldn't cope

Or explain my style because it's hard to define

So the fiend scratch and think and nod to the rhyme

That I lay down in a straight narrow path

While beats are just flowin' off a modern phonograph

Bass loud, high hats crisp and clear

That'll never let a weak MC interfere

Or bring about some technical difficulties

So I got prepared and I wrote these

Rhymes That just broke loose from the brain

Searching for dope beats on the same plane

For you to write new rhymes it is a must

But I come off with rhymes old as dust

Even as a speck of dust it existed

Ya got that?

Forget it, ya missed it

CHORUS:

I'm slammin'

The Genius is slammin'

You flip me on the mic, no way

That's me being played in April on the 1st day

Now who's a fool? What do you strive for?

Prime time juice on the box and fans galore

Forget it, cause you're not hype as they want you

With a maximum of 200 your rhymin' IQ

Is 10, meaning thin, you'll never win

So erase that, I'm not gonna lose friend

I know you're gassed, ya charged, and kinda stuck up

But I define your challenge, a total fuck up

And it's critical, a crying shame

How many MC's challenge me, and die in vain

But you should've came with ya whole rap

Community, now where's your unity

Cause what I see right now is you and I

And you're too weak to stop me from doin' my

Damage, you know, type of body and fender

NAH!, not the same way I did Brenda

But you had the audacity to step to me

Thinking you was Butch Cassidy and you could do me

How c