Wu-Tang raised me, Death Cab changed me
You should go and ask Rihanna if the pen game's crazy
My artistry is everything, that's my baby
But when it comes to publishing, it's * you, pay me
Don't be mad cause the records that you cut sound lazy
And everything I'm cooking sounding nuts like rabies
I hate rappers, please don't call me
Give me urinal suggestions like please don't stall me
Don't play for me, I'll be yawning
How I'm doing pop melodies and you sound corny
Now everybody trying to hang around like awnings
Me and my people linking in the park like crawling
Things seem rocky, Drago Ivan
No cash broke bad, so damn hyacinth
Bird checked the chemistry, I found this hybrid
It's Dilla in the pocket, but it's so Paul Simon
It took a little while for your mind to find it
But once you see the genius, it's intimidating, isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
It took a little while for your mind to find it
But once you see the genius, it's intimidating, isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
This whole thing that my intentions stand on its
Someone with a child or a fly
They didn't understand that I saw a sign
They didn't understand that I saw a sign
They didn't understand that I saw a sign

But now they realize
Dreams that I wrote down, they came to life
I'm glad I lived my life preoccupied
You need to get that bag out my face
God made me a full blown genius, what the * I need coke for
You need to get that bag out my face
God made me a full blown genius, what the * I need coke for
Outcast raised me, Lupe changed me
Now I do things with words to make you lames praise me
Whether Luke Kang or Luke James or Usain maybe
Feeling fly, I'm not afraid
Flying in a jet sun, I'm oh so spacely
Now everybody clueless, how to flow so crazy
Got me dashing with an actress looking oh so stacy
I hate rappers, and I really mean it
Trying to ball with the kid to get you sun like phoenix
Rather ball you up feather than tart until you're harder than sparring
With Mayweather, with Leather Spauldings, this is my calling
So I answer over bars, but not for service
It's for hurting any person versus me
I've been rhyming since nurseries
Third degree burns emerge from the furnace
Get close to me while I'm roasting one of these pigs
My flow is rotisserie
It's a pity that all these hoes slipping out of their hosieries
Won't get a hold of me
I slip through their fingers like rosaries
Been waiting for you to find it
So I leave it where it's supposed to be
Cause once you see the genius it's intimidating
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Took a little while for your mind to find it
But once you see the genius it's intimidating
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Doesn't it?
ISN'T IT?

THIS IS MY LOUD
Ze Brown
I'm glad I lived my life preoccupied
You need to get that bag out my face
God made me a full-blown genius
What the * I need coke for
You need to get that bag out my face
God made me a full-blown genius
What the * I need