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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 n***a 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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(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 h*monyms
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
f**ed 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, f** Mom
sh**, I don't love me no more
Mentally it didn't register, b**h
Empty the register, b**h
You just a cashier, b**h
Give the cash, here
Or I'll shoot you in your cabbage
Hijack a getaway cab, b**h
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 k**ing time
But then I got with words
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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' bullsh**
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 s** 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 a** fault
Your last thought
I'll never sell my self short to be famous
And taking it up the an*s just ain't us
The world could get the penis
Of this cla**ically 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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