[Verse 1]
A# A#
Wu-Tang raised me, Death Cab changed me
A# A#
You should go and ask Rihanna if the pen game's crazy
Gm Gm
My artistry is everything, that's my baby
Gm Gm
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)
Gm Gm
I hate rappers, please don't call me
Gm Gm
Give me urinal suggestions like please don't stall me
Gm Gm
Don't play for me, I'll be yawning
Gm Gm
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
Gm Gm
Things seem Rocky, Drago, Ivan
Gm Gm
No cash, broke bad, so damn Heisen
Gm Gm
Berg, check the chemistry, I found this hybrid
Gm Gm
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?
Gm Gm
Took a little while for your mind to find it
Gm Gm A#
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
Gm F
Somewhat with a child or a fly, yeah
A# D#
They didn't understand that I saw signs
Gm F
Hearing things, but now they realize
A# D#
That the woman that I prayed for became my wife
Gm F
And dreams that I wrote down, they came to life
A# D#
I figured out there's money in my mind
Gm F
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
Gm Gm
Whether Liu Kang or Luke James or Usain maybe
Gm Gm
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
Gm Gm
I hate rappers and I really mean it
Gm Gm
Tryna ball with the kid'll get you sunned like Phoenix
Gm
Rather ball you up, feather and tarred
Gm Gm
Until you're harder than sparring with Mayweather with leather Spaldings
Gm A# 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
Gm Gm
Third degree burns, emerge from the furnace, get close to me
Gm Gm
While I'm roasting one of these pigs, my flow is rotisserie
Gm Gm
It's a pity that all these hoes slipping out of their hosiery
Gm Gm
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?
Gm Gm
Took a little while for your mind to find it
Gm Gm A#
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
Gm F
Somewhat with a child or a fly, yeah
A# D#
They didn't understand that I saw signs
Gm F
Hearing things, but now they realize
A# D#
That the woman that I prayed for became my wife
Gm F
And dreams that I wrote down, they came to life
A# D#
I figured out there's money in my mind
Gm F
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