Wordsmith

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[Chorus] Perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistakes Back in the 1800s, I was burned at the stake (I am the Wordsmith) Metaphor Mephistopheles, degrees I've achieved, the brain Fluid it takes to believe would equal the seven seas (I am the Wordsmith) I could reveal the true name of God, you'd go insane upon Hearing it, release enough winds to blow down pyramids (I am the Wordsmith) I'm the Michelangelo of syllables. Since I freestyle Genesis been Biblical—that's something you got to give in to [Verse 1] Since born in my mama vaginal sauna As a sonogram, I been fond of phonics It's ironic. Even as an embryonic Fed through an umbilical—don't that sound biblical? I've been a terror since I teareth out of that uterus Evil plans were made to defeat us as a fetus Though now I walk in infamy, as a child, they had it in for me Was raised with guns and infantry in diapers at an infancy The childhood of a hood that was raised in the hood: cops said "Put your hands in the hot sky," threw my hands down on the hot hood Can't whine or drink wine—nine planets planned it 'Til it became apparent my parents shouldn't have been a parent State to state, we ran some. I wasn't worth no ransom Money, won't you hand some? A nigga wasn't handsome Raised the mind like Charles Manson's, knew I was some man's son But which one? That made me strong, created my poison tongue [Chorus] Perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistakes Back in the 1800s, I was burned at the stake (I am the Wordsmith) Metaphor Mephistopheles, degrees I've achieved, the brain Fluid it takes to believe would equal the seven seas (I am the Wordsmith) I could reveal the true name of God, you'd go insane upon Hearing it, release enough winds to blow down pyramids (I am the Wordsmith) I'm the Michelangelo of syllables. Since I freestyle Genesis been Biblical—that's something you got to give in to [Verse 2] While you cut school 'cause you ain't feel too good I cut school 'cause my cuts ain't heal too good Through all the physical abuse, my mind escaped through the gift Of wordplay, I memorized encyclopedias and dictionaries I wrote anthems from antonyms, harmonies from homonyms Created cinema from synonyms, livid to eliminate that Illustrious life you're living in, wrote rhetoricals in rhythms I could paralyze with a parable, make rhymes out of religion Crucify you with a prefix or suffocate you with a suffix Wrote lectures so infectious, it's known to infect the listeners Who dissing us? Yo, punks, you wait. I punctuate My karma's the comma that put you inside of a coma Hyphen, dot, dot, semicolon, leave you semi-swollen Question mark, you pregnant? Oh, you're not. I love you, period To sum it up, language is my essence. Fucked up in all my adolescence 'til my moms was out of lessons Laws, I store convenient, still, I robbed the convenience store Love Mom/fuck Mom—shit, I ain't love me no more Mentally, it didn't register, bitch! Empty the register, bitch! You're just a cashier, bitch! Give the cash here! I'll shoot you in your cabbage, hijack a getaway cab, bitch Words ain't making me no loot, don't change no Dow Jones average Regardless, we Godless, they stole my innocence in a sense The judge sentenced me to three lifetimes sentences To write my life and times in sentences, art my dark arch nemesis They want me off the premises—that's what the premise is Locked on a tier where you can't shed a tear at Studied more Shakespeare than any African shakes his spear at And the whole world fear that (Uh huh), and it hurts I got caught killing time, but then I got away with words [Chorus] Perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistakes Back in the 1800s, I was burned at the stake (I am the Wordsmith) Metaphor Mephistopheles, degrees I've achieved, the brain Fluid it takes to believe would equal the seven seas (I am the Wordsmith) I could reveal the true name of God, you'd go insane upon Hearing it, release enough winds to blow down pyramids (I am the Wordsmith) I'm the Michelangelo of syllables. Since I freestyle Genesis been Biblical—that's something you got to give in to [Bridge: Chino XL] People can say whatever they want about me, but agree That I am the Wordsmith (I am the Wordsmith) They can try to ignore everything that I've achieved, but agree That I am the Wordsmith (I am the Wordsmith). Yo The love of words is deep in my veins Helps me to silence my pain. I am the Wordsmith (Oh, I am the Wordsmith) Even if never move a million units, it's my blessing How I do it. I'm the Wordsmith (I am the Wordsmith) [Verse 3: Chino XL] I'm in a game full of morons (True) and they keep putting more on (True) I tutor the Tora, I'm in the core of the Quran The mind's what I represent, and emcees better re-present I'm taking this rapping bullshit to the fullest extent I have reservations why Indians are on reservations Told the board of education I was bored of education As far as this go, I leave you deader than disco Rocking sex and violence over sax and violins Through your mind's camera lens, you're in need of an ambulance I'll knock you to the asphalt—it's your own ass' fault Your last thought: I'll never sell myself short to be famous And taking it up the anus just ain't us The world could get the penis of this classical-trained pianist My P.O. was p.o.'d, handed a cup, told me to pee in this The linguist musician, my college position's my intuition Told me I wouldn't be affording tuition My education's all on my own So I might have been born yesterday, but I rhyme like there's no tomorrow [Chorus] Perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistakes Back in the 1800s, I was burned at the stake (I am the Wordsmith) Metaphor Mephistopheles, degrees I've achieved, the brain Fluid it takes to believe would equal the seven seas (I am the Wordsmith) I could reveal the true name of God, you'd go insane upon Hearing it, release enough winds to blow down pyramids (I am the Wordsmith) I'm the Michelangelo of syllables. Since I freestyle Genesis been Biblical—that's something you got to give in to [Outro] I am the Wordsmith ("He's crazy!")