A#A#
Wu-Tang raised me, Death Cab changed me
A#A#
You should go and ask Rihanna if the pen game's crazy
GmGm
My artistry is everything, that's my baby
GmGm
But when it comes to publishing, it's fuck you, pay me
A#A#
Don't be mad cause the records that you cut sound lazy
A#A#
And everything I'm cooking, sounding nuts like rabies (uh)
GmGm
I hate rappers, please don't call me
GmGm
Give me urinal suggestions like please don't stall me
GmGm
Don't play for me, I'll be yawning
GmGm
How I'm doing pop melodies and you sound corny
A#A#
Now everybody trying to hang around like awnings
A#A#
Me and my people linking in the park like crawling
GmGm
Things seem Rocky, Drago, Ivan
GmGm
No cash, broke bad, so damn Heisen
GmGm
Berg, check the chemistry, I found this hybrid
GmGm
It's Dilla in the pocket but it's so Paul Simon
A#A#
It took a little while for your mind to find it
A#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?
GmGm
Took a little while for your mind to find it
GmGmA#
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 aligns
GmF
Somewhat with a child or a fly, yeah
A#D#
They didn't understand that I saw signs
GmF
Hearing things, but now they realize
A#D#
That the woman that I prayed for became my wife
GmF
And dreams that I wrote down, they came to life
A#D#
I figured out there's money in my mind
GmF
I'm glad I lived my life pre-occupied
[Post-Chorus]
A#
You need to get that bag out my face
A#
God made me a full-blown genius
A#
What the fuck I need coke for?
A#
You need to get that bag out my face
A#
God made me a full-blown genius
A#
What the fuck I need coke for?
[Verse 2]
A#A#
Outkast raised me, Lupe changed me
A#A#
Now I do things with words to make you lames praise me
GmGm
Whether Liu Kang or Luke James or Usain maybe
GmGm
Feeling flyer than a jet son, I'm oh so Spacely
A#A#
Now everybody clueless, how the flow so crazy?
A#A#
Got me dashing with an actress, lookin' oh so Stacey
GmGm
I hate rappers and I really mean it
GmGm
Tryna ball with the kid'll get you sunned like Phoenix
Gm
Rather ball you up, feather and tarred
GmGm
Until you're harder than sparring with Mayweather with leather Spaldings
GmA#A#
This is my calling, so I answer it with bars, but not for service
A#
It's for hurting any person verses me
A#
I've been rhyming since nurseries
GmGm
Third degree burns, emerge from the furnace, get close to me
GmGm
While I'm roasting one of these pigs, my flow is rotisserie
GmGm
It's a pity that all these hoes slipping out of their hosiery
GmGm
Get a hold of me, I slip through their fingers like Rosaries
A#
Been waiting for you to find it
A#
So I leave it where it's supposed to be
A#A#A#
Cause once you see the genius, it's intimidating isn't it?
[Pre-Chorus]
A#A#
Isn't it? Isn't it?
GmGm
Took a little while for your mind to find it
GmGmA#
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 aligns
GmF
Somewhat with a child or a fly, yeah
A#D#
They didn't understand that I saw signs
GmF
Hearing things, but now they realize
A#D#
That the woman that I prayed for became my wife
GmF
And dreams that I wrote down, they came to life
A#D#
I figured out there's money in my mind
GmF
I'm glad I lived my life pre-occupied
[Post-Chorus]
A#
You need to get that bag out my face
A#
God made me a full-blown genius
A#
What the fuck I need coke for?
A#
You need to get that bag out my face
A#
God made me a full-blown genius
A#
What the fuck I need coke for?
N.C.
Beautiful Mind