Actual Proof – Super Genius Lyrics
Produced By: 9th Wonder
[Verse 1: Cutlass Reid]
Intelligent thug, half of the time I'm Nasir Jones
Cooking live at the barbecue
When I reveal poems from the composition
Destroy the competition
Never on the wild
But look yo, it's the proposition
I pray for you fools every day like a faithful christian
Sunk my soul in white wood the whole eighth I'm twistin'
Cutlass, jet black '78 edition
I'm a genius, straight A's when I ride the rhythm
Cut the pie more than twice and I'm gon' get a slice
Don't act like I ain't the truth
Word to Proof, let's go get 'em Ninth
Uh-Uh, let's go get 'em knife
Middle East represent let's go get 'em knife
[Verse 2: Skewby]
I'm sad cause my generation got the blindest eyes
Niggas rapping 'bout drugs like it's saving lives
Investing time into these hoes like potential wives
If that's the mother of yo son boy don't be surprised
Didn't think that karma was real
The condom flushed down your toilet resurrected as a beautiful kid
Got you working double time to lead that cubicle shit
Make up your mind, holy design or Lucifer's tips
Yeah I know life's complicated
Open the bottle just to see it's all concentrated
Pulp fiction I will never pump fiction just to leave pots pissed in
Spittin' at the camera like Pac before prison huh
You know the losers say it happens to the best of us
The best of who dawg? Who are you dawg?
I'm U-turning in the clouds because of me
Been logging off since that guy on Youtube is me
Usually I would like attention
But strangers get stranger with every "Can I get a picture?"
I'm trynna tell folks blog posts don't make ya richer
But thank you for supporting all the genius in a nigga
[Verse 3: Naledge]
Tread water on flat land
My larynx hold crack cocaine for a rap fan
Looking for more than the shuckin' and jivin' of rappers compromisin' they taste
Like eating off a griddle no blow
Never congregate with the so-so
Snob hop in it's purest, this here is my modern life
I took a vow, never live moderate
That was way back when I was on Ivy league college shit
They won't let me live it down so I live it up
I used to want my city's crown now it isn't months
Them shots fired when 'Pac died
Back when it wasn't cooler to be lying to the consumer,
Matata Hakuna, I am the Lion King
Tell these hoes what they want, I'm the Lyin' King
Word to McLuda, Brainiac
No blanks in my six shooter, they all hollow
Take a tip, out the sip
Class is dismissed
[Verse 4: Add-2]
Yo, coming straight up from Chicago
They say I'm coming from the outside looking in
Looking like that nigga that your favorite rapper should've been
Better than the best right, catch me in the next life
Bet I'm still spittin' uglier than Usher's ex-wife
Heir to a problem in the column Atlanta's rites
So mean but on the mic I'm near Planter's nice
A genius like Jean and Ninth and kill tracks
Trynna hurry up before Drake and J. Cole bring lights, get back
You kick it like hacky sack, I ain't going back to that
For every score I see I face, I can spit a rap to match
They nervous like a suburban jumping the curb
And the shit I spit is stuck on they mind like hodgy wearing his turban
I was told to go harder, and try and touch the dollar
Mo' dots be on they ass than Laurence Fishburne' daughter
Artists hard as the hardest part the part a gotta martyr us
And Martin must
Guess I'll dumb it down we all smarten up
[Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar]
If you look inside my mind you'll probably see atomic bomb
Loaded with explosive grenades holding dope rhymes
And it's potent
You never heard of heroic flow more divine
As a poet I know I'm the don
Like sunrise and I owe it to family genes
The Albert Einstein in the pocket of dungarees
And I'm dunking on Shaq with ease
It's a lay up every time I stay up
I'm in the studio the time they wake up, but wake up
It gets worse
There's not a weapon that can prosper
The prognosis of a sick rapper that can rock ya whole roster
Intelligent thug, half of the time I'm Nasir Jones
Cooking live at the barbecue
When I reveal poems from the composition
Destroy the competition
Never on the wild
But look yo, it's the proposition
I pray for you fools every day like a faithful christian
Sunk my soul in white wood the whole eighth I'm twistin'
Cutlass, jet black '78 edition
I'm a genius, straight A's when I ride the rhythm
Cut the pie more than twice and I'm gon' get a slice
Don't act like I ain't the truth
Word to Proof, let's go get 'em Ninth
Uh-Uh, let's go get 'em knife
Middle East represent let's go get 'em knife
[Verse 2: Skewby]
I'm sad cause my generation got the blindest eyes
Niggas rapping 'bout drugs like it's saving lives
Investing time into these hoes like potential wives
If that's the mother of yo son boy don't be surprised
Didn't think that karma was real
The condom flushed down your toilet resurrected as a beautiful kid
Got you working double time to lead that cubicle shit
Make up your mind, holy design or Lucifer's tips
Yeah I know life's complicated
Open the bottle just to see it's all concentrated
Pulp fiction I will never pump fiction just to leave pots pissed in
Spittin' at the camera like Pac before prison huh
You know the losers say it happens to the best of us
The best of who dawg? Who are you dawg?
I'm U-turning in the clouds because of me
Been logging off since that guy on Youtube is me
Usually I would like attention
But strangers get stranger with every "Can I get a picture?"
I'm trynna tell folks blog posts don't make ya richer
But thank you for supporting all the genius in a nigga
[Verse 3: Naledge]
Tread water on flat land
My larynx hold crack cocaine for a rap fan
Looking for more than the shuckin' and jivin' of rappers compromisin' they taste
Like eating off a griddle no blow
Never congregate with the so-so
Snob hop in it's purest, this here is my modern life
I took a vow, never live moderate
That was way back when I was on Ivy league college shit
They won't let me live it down so I live it up
I used to want my city's crown now it isn't months
Them shots fired when 'Pac died
Back when it wasn't cooler to be lying to the consumer,
Matata Hakuna, I am the Lion King
Tell these hoes what they want, I'm the Lyin' King
Word to McLuda, Brainiac
No blanks in my six shooter, they all hollow
Take a tip, out the sip
Class is dismissed
[Verse 4: Add-2]
Yo, coming straight up from Chicago
They say I'm coming from the outside looking in
Looking like that nigga that your favorite rapper should've been
Better than the best right, catch me in the next life
Bet I'm still spittin' uglier than Usher's ex-wife
Heir to a problem in the column Atlanta's rites
So mean but on the mic I'm near Planter's nice
A genius like Jean and Ninth and kill tracks
Trynna hurry up before Drake and J. Cole bring lights, get back
You kick it like hacky sack, I ain't going back to that
For every score I see I face, I can spit a rap to match
They nervous like a suburban jumping the curb
And the shit I spit is stuck on they mind like hodgy wearing his turban
I was told to go harder, and try and touch the dollar
Mo' dots be on they ass than Laurence Fishburne' daughter
Artists hard as the hardest part the part a gotta martyr us
And Martin must
Guess I'll dumb it down we all smarten up
[Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar]
If you look inside my mind you'll probably see atomic bomb
Loaded with explosive grenades holding dope rhymes
And it's potent
You never heard of heroic flow more divine
As a poet I know I'm the don
Like sunrise and I owe it to family genes
The Albert Einstein in the pocket of dungarees
And I'm dunking on Shaq with ease
It's a lay up every time I stay up
I'm in the studio the time they wake up, but wake up
It gets worse
There's not a weapon that can prosper
The prognosis of a sick rapper that can rock ya whole roster
