date february 10th 1989 5 35 am a young man sits in his room working on a formula to the perfect rap as he punches the final program he is labeled as the boy genius hold the microphone with an uzi grip the rhymes are the ammo and the brain is the clip cause i m smarter than a microchip and the mic don t slip when i strike your lip on the psycho tip i know game so don t try to baseball all my stakes strokes of genius so i ll never erase it s a show and prove not a show and tell and imma show thrill any no frill hold a punk mc heavy to a feather weight while i lounge because i ve had the weight the perfect place the perfect time and me i get spectacular the microphone will cross all those who are bitin the rhymes like dracula uh huh some say we bit some say we munch because the major hold posse look like the brady bunch because the black that retook the rap has now returned for mic was mine you felt the rhythm and now you learn cause i m the kwam capital k rap it all day i let the pause button go and i slap it on play as the night goes on so does this invincible ego attempt to conduct the first rap single with assisting of the slickest ever known to mankind with drum machine carefully made into a digital sampler he grows closer and closer to his goal how many breaks have been used have used misused how many clues i m still confused 9 times out of 10 i find times that win i hit my radio i hear the same beats again and again when will it end don t mean to cause friction they say that i talk in a contradiction though i hook up a break now and then know they unreliable i compose revise the micro recycle metamorphosis i better offer this challenge to anyone who tries to come up off of this so twiddily diddily from harlem to italy rap you in the little league intrigue a melody compose and those so call intros impose and close points which i gather and i mean this lay back boy cause i m the boy genius after his mother demands lights out kwame is forced to work in total darkness is this the end of a new beginning or will he receive a beatdown  peace for i self the lord master islam is my belief and imma blast my life into orbit just like a sattelite forfeit get off it cause i m the man that ll bite rhymes spark your brain cells entertain it pain swells make a rubric like charlie s angels take your mic minerals hip hop vitamins bring a lot of men it be a riot when brother try again i bought your grammar my rhymes are torture the irana demo corture red handed can t stand it you planned it rhyme bandit beat your fandit shut up can it 4 3 2 1 the kwam is on only book that i need is the holy quaran so i can manifest and address politics that make my wallet stick out of my pocket thick that s why i m talkin slick so yo does anyone know why i rap slick cause i m takin the microphone and bitin my lips like chapstick so i can demonstrate that i m a hip hop fiend mic is too rule to cool like edamame stand strong as a general no sucker can stop me with the straight to gaddafi where my cousin named shaffi after successfully completing the last verse i wonder was the rap world ready ready for this this form of music a hip hop is aware of the dopeness the super def dookiest kwame is such a man a man known to the music industry as a member of the invincibles kwame the boy genius