Chino Xl - Wordsmith (intro) lyrics

(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 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.. (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 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 (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' 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.. (Chorus)