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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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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