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
gold, I re-up and reload Product must be sold to you No neighborhood is rough enough There is no clips that's full enough I can't fold, I need gold,
Traduction: Genius. Gold.
Traduction: GZA / Genius. Gold.
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, I
and gold, I done mixed up silver and gold I'm tryin to get drunk in this party somebody gonna have to carry me home I done mixed up silver and gold We
got this Beamer from nothing If they ain't talking bout paper, just tell them end of discussion And now that I'm getting money, my neighbors turn to my cousins (Wale) Gold
with your brains, you are a genius And I don't say that about anyone Well, I've been so lucky to even know you Everything you touch turns to gold. Well
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
hotel. Leave the homeless man in his cardboard cell. Let the painted horse on the somber carousel remain. Cause everything must belong somewhere. Just like the gold
' up datin sluts So my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up! To the pity ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, wake up Gold
Flush, so kiss my royal nuts ain?t nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh but now I?m eating off of rather yellow gold exquisite ravioli with
want nigga?) [BIG] A repetitive loop All I need to destroy a soloist or group Huh, I put it to ya boy Hope you got the scoop Biggie Smalls, the rap genius
But your gold turns to lead As it goes to your head And you cry Drunken tears once again, my friend So what if you're not the genius You always thought
it [Riq Gees] Yeah y'all, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist Raw, that's what every soldier in my collective is Thought, control level is that of a gold
[Intro: Roxanne] It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers [3X] It's Wu, ah goin on [Verse One: The Genius/GZA] Reunited, double LP, we're all
broads double dutch this They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair Plus yours the look gold
