Wordsmith Intro

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(Chorus) Perfection flawless, masterpiece, no mistakes Back in the 1800's 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 it Release enough winds to blow down pyramids I'm the Michelangelo of syllables 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 sono-gram, 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 u-terus 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 encyclopedias 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 can 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, dot, dot, semi-colon 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 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 Godless They stole my innocence In a sense, the judge sentenced me To 3 lifetimes sentences To write my life in times and 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 I studied more Shakespeare Than any African can shake a spear at And the whole world fear 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 Yo, the love of words is deep in my veins Must be to silence my pain I am the Wordsmith And even if I never move a million units It's my blessing how I do it, cuz 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)