A# A# Wu-Tang raised me, Death Cab changed meA# A# You should go and ask Rihanna if the pen game's crazyGm Gm My artistry is everything, that's my babyGm Gm But when it comes to publishing, it's fuck you, pay meA# A# Don't be mad cause the records that you cut sound lazyA# A# And everything I'm cooking, sounding nuts like rabies (uh)Gm Gm I hate rappers, please don't call meGm Gm Give me urinal suggestions like please don't stall meGm Gm Don't play for me, I'll be yawningGm Gm How I'm doing pop melodies and you sound cornyA# A# Now everybody trying to hang around like awningsA# A# Me and my people linking in the park like crawlingGm Gm Things seem Rocky, Drago, IvanGm Gm No cash, broke bad, so damn HeisenGm Gm Berg, check the chemistry, I found this hybridGm Gm It's Dilla in the pocket but it's so Paul SimonA# A# It took a little while for your mind to find itA# A# But once you see the genius it's intimidating, isn't it? [Pre-Chorus]A# A# Isn't it? Isn't it?A# A# Isn't it? Isn't it?Gm Gm Took a little while for your mind to find itGm Gm A# But once you saw the genius, it's intimidating, isn't it?A# A# A# Isn't it? Isn't it? [Chorus]A# D# They told me that my attention span alignsGm F Somewhat with a child or a fly, yeahA# D# They didn't understand that I saw signsGm F Hearing things, but now they realizeA# D# That the woman that I prayed for became my wifeGm F And dreams that I wrote down, they came to lifeA# D# I figured out there's money in my mindGm F I'm glad I lived my life pre-occupied [Post-Chorus]A# You need to get that bag out my faceA# God made me a full-blown geniusA# What the fuck I need coke for?A# You need to get that bag out my faceA# God made me a full-blown geniusA# What the fuck I need coke for? [Verse 2]A# A# Outkast raised me, Lupe changed meA# A# Now I do things with words to make you lames praise meGm Gm Whether Liu Kang or Luke James or Usain maybeGm Gm Feeling flyer than a jet son, I'm oh so SpacelyA# A# Now everybody clueless, how the flow so crazy?A# A# Got me dashing with an actress, lookin' oh so StaceyGm Gm I hate rappers and I really mean itGm Gm Tryna ball with the kid'll get you sunned like PhoenixGm Rather ball you up, feather and tarredGm Gm Until you're harder than sparring with Mayweather with leather SpaldingsGm A# A# This is my calling, so I answer it with bars, but not for serviceA# It's for hurting any person verses meA# I've been rhyming since nurseriesGm Gm Third degree burns, emerge from the furnace, get close to meGm Gm While I'm roasting one of these pigs, my flow is rotisserieGm Gm It's a pity that all these hoes slipping out of their hosieryGm Gm Get a hold of me, I slip through their fingers like RosariesA# Been waiting for you to find itA# So I leave it where it's supposed to beA# A# A# Cause once you see the genius, it's intimidating isn't it? [Pre-Chorus]A# A# Isn't it? Isn't it?Gm Gm Took a little while for your mind to find itGm Gm A# But once you see the genius, it's intimidating, isn't it?A# A# A# Isn't it? Isn't it? [Chorus]A# D# They told me that my attention span alignsGm F Somewhat with a child or a fly, yeahA# D# They didn't understand that I saw signsGm F Hearing things, but now they realizeA# D# That the woman that I prayed for became my wifeGm F And dreams that I wrote down, they came to lifeA# D# I figured out there's money in my mindGm F I'm glad I lived my life pre-occupied [Post-Chorus]A# You need to get that bag out my faceA# God made me a full-blown geniusA# What the fuck I need coke for?A# You need to get that bag out my faceA# God made me a full-blown geniusA# What the fuck I need coke for? N.C. Beautiful Mind
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