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?



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