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Текст (слова) песни: Chino Xl - Wordsmith

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 it
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
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...

 

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