[Verse 1: Blakk Jay]

Keep ya raw addicts
Of all tactics
Not GZA
A little bigger
Less darker y'all figure
To put me in a category
With no history
Without reading his story
Judging books by the covers these days
It's judging looks by its colors these days
We all looking like each other
This is when clones attack
But somehow similar but our differences seem to hold us back
It's never cracked lips
Never chap lips
When I spit it's never practice
You still average
Barely passed the bench mark for being avid
You still past tense
And I'm on to the next one
On to the on to the future like a Jetson
Throwback wardrobe like a Met son
'86 World Series that's the best one, the genius
[Verse 2: Blakk Jay]

Mr. International
Oh my that's cold
$30 WalMart boots looking like Timbos
I'm never simple
Nor sensual
But suspenseful
With the pencil
Drew the stencil
Mapped the game out
Switched lanes in a '97 Sebring
Hit the E brake just so we don't take the same route
Ya flow like me, but dog it ain't out the same spout
I'm ice cold like Arnold not in '94 more like '97
Mr. Freeze on these other boys
No love for these cats like Mr. Kevin
They breeze like decoys meaning
They ain't moving
Push em they shooting like hot shots
But Im Mutumbo when it comes to making blocked shots
You stay John Stock
Pass it off to the mailman watch me slam it down in ya mailbox, genius

[Verse 3: Blakk Jay]
Sharper than lead pencils stuck to ya skin
Begin
The rough draft still eclipsing before I'm peaking
Pippens on the feet when
I was just a young tike
Used to rock the Mike
Jordans on my feet when checks was mad nice
$250 for the joints talking bout Spizikes
King County
Can't count me out of being in the top dog contention
Bout y'all condition
Similar as an ink pen
Ink em on 11:11 appointments just to keep them
In the mood of I wish you would
And be one like a genius make the wish no good
Boom blam kazaam
Breaking backboards glass like the big diesel Superman
Shaqnosis
3-2 hypnosis
I'm Hakeem make the dream 3-4 the dosage, genius