Wordsmith by Chino Xl
Wordsmith lyrics
WORDSMITH
It�s crazy�
(CHORUS)
Perfection
flawless
masterpiece, no mistakes
Back in the1800s I was burned at the stake
Metaphor Mephistopheles,
Degrees I�ve achieved
The brain fluid it takes to believe
would equal the seven seas
I could reveal the true name of God
But you would go insane upon hearing in
Release enough winds to
blow down pyramids
I�m the Michelangelo of syllable
Since I freestyle
Genesis been biblical
That�s something you got to give in to
(Verse I)
Since born in my mama�s vaginal sauna
As a sonogram, I�ve 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 the uterus
Because 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 in infantry
In diapers and in infancy
The childhood of a hood
that was raised in the hood
Cops said �put your hands in the hot sky�
I put my hands down on the hot hood
I 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
Raise the mind like Charles Manson�s
New I was some man�s son
But which one?
That made me strong
created my poison tongue�
CHORUS
(Verse II)
Why 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 encyclopaedias and dictionaries
I wrote anthems from antonyms
Harmonies from homonyms
Created cinema from synonyms
Was livid to eliminate
that illustrious life you�re livin� in
Wrote rhetoricals in rhythms
I could paralyze with a parable
Made rhymes out of religion
Use a prefix as a crucifix
Or suffocate you with a suffix
Wrote lectures so infectious
They�re known to infect the listeners
Who dissin� us?
Yo punks you wait � I punctuate
My karma�s the comma
That put you inside of a coma
Hyphen, semi-colon, dot, dot
Leave you semi-swollen
Question: You pregnant?
Oh you�re not? I love you, Period.
To sum it up, language is my essence
Fucked up in all my adolescence
Till my Mom�s was out of lessons
Laws, I store convenient
Still I rob a convenience store
Love Mom, Fuck Mom,
Shit, I don�t love me no more
Mentally it didn�t register, bitch
Empty the register, bitch
You just a cashier, bitch
Give the cash, here
Or I�ll shoot you in your cabbage
Hijack a getaway cab, bitch
Words ain�t makin� me no loot
Don�t change now Dow Jones average
Regardless, we�re Godless
They stole my innocence
In a sense, the judge sentenced me
To 3 lifetimes sentences
To put my life in times and sentences
Art my dark archnemesis
They want me off the premises
That�s what the premise is
Locked on a tier
where you can�t shed a tear at
I studied more Shakespeare
Than any African can shake a spear at
And the whole world fears that
And it hurts
I got caught for killing time
But then I got with words
CHORUS
(Bridge)
People can say whatever they want about me
But agree that 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
The love of words is deep in my brain
Must be to silence my pain
I am the Wordsmith
(Verse III)
I�m in a game full of morons
And they keep putting more on
I tutor the Torah
I�m in the core of the Qu�aran
The mind�s what I represent
And mc�s better re-present
I�m taking this rappin� bullshit
to the fullest extent
I have reservations
why Indians are on reservations
Told that 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 minds 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 my self short to be famous
And taking it up the anus just ain�t us
The world could get the penis
Of this classically trained pianist
My P.O. was p.o.�d
Handed me a cup, told me to �pee in this�
The linguist musician
My college position is that my intuition
Told me I wouldn�t be affordin� tuition
My education�s all on my own
I might have been born yesterday
But I rhyme like there�s no tomorrow�
CHORUS
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