Testi:
Genius Gold

Y'all niggaz ain't crazy for real Chorus: genius Yo, the fiends ain't comin fast enough There is no cut that's pure enough I can't fold, I need gold

Traduzione: Genio. Gold.

they try to clock me I ain't havin that cause I'm the L to the o, the c I'm not weak or soft like a geek I'm a mack to the world as if I was Goldie Brothers

Way back in the day before the age of gold chains and fat fades When Zulu Nation was still called the Black Spades A fetus was formed. A genius was born

up though, and if y'all didn't know it's me And I go by the name of 14KT [all] And it's the Mic League right - right -right - right (Showing how we vibe) [BUFF-ONE] You call that genius

year I got here when my dear mother's water blew, Not really realizing the prize that's been begot to her, The bona fide lo-fi high-octane philosopher, Genius

his old hotel Leave the homeless man in that cardboard cell Let the painted horse on the carousel remain Everything it must belong somewhere Just like the gold

with the truth I come to die that's why I'm puttin' fear in ya troops I ain't a fag, I stay on Jihad missions I'm a genius, gave the world mad inventions

it, fiends I leaned 'em Beemer leaned it (I really mean it) Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, what's really good? Bikes, wheelie and creamin' (I really mean it) I'm a genius