Wordsmith Lyrics - Chino Xl

(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 

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(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. 

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(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)