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Old 08-11-2008, 03:57 PM   #1
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Default Chino XL- Wordsmith

Artist: Chino XL
Album: Poison Pen
Song: Wordsmith




Ughh, yea
Yo

[chorus]
Perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistakes
Back in the 1800s I was burned at the stake (I am the Wordsmith)
Metaphor Mephistopheles, degrees I've achieved
The brain fluid it takes to believe would equal the seven seas (I am the Wordsmith)
I could reveal the true name of God, you'd go insane upon hearing it
Release enough winds to blow down pyramids (I am the Wordsmith)
I'm the Michelangelo of syllable, since I freestyle Genesis been biblical
That's something you gotta give in to

[Verse One]
Yo, yo, 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 uterus
'Cause 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 high 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
Knew I was some man's son, but which one?
That made me strong, created my poison tongue

[chorus]
Perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistakes
Back in the 1800s I was burned at the stake (I am the Wordsmith)
Metaphor Mephistopheles, degrees I've achieved
The brain fluid it takes to believe would equal the seven seas (I am the Wordsmith)
I could reveal the true name of God, you'd go insane upon hearing it
Release enough winds to blow down pyramids (I am the Wordsmith)
I'm the Michelangelo of syllable, since I freestyle Genesis been biblical
That's something you gotta give in to

[Verse Two]
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 livin' in
Wrote rhetoricals in rhythms
I could paralyze with a parable, make rhymes out of religion
Crucify you with a prefix, or suffocate you with a suffix
Wrote lectures so infectious it's known to infect the listeners
Who dissin' us?
Yo punks you wait... I punctuate
My karma's the comma
That puts 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 'til my Moms was out of lessons
Laws: I store convenient
Still I rob a convenience store
Love Mom, Fuck Mom, shit I ain'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 three lifetimes sentences
To write my life and 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
Studied more Shakespeare than any African shakes a spear at
And the whole world fear that, and it hurts
I got caught killing time, but then I got with words

[chorus]
Perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistakes
Back in the 1800s I was burned at the stake (I am the Wordsmith)
Metaphor Mephistopheles, degrees I've achieved
The brain fluid it takes to believe would equal the seven seas (I am the Wordsmith)
I could reveal the true name of God, you'd go insane upon hearing it
Release enough winds to blow down pyramids (I am the Wordsmith)
I'm the Michelangelo of syllable, since I freestyle Genesis been biblical
That's something you got to give in to

[Bridge]
People can say whatever they want about me
But agree that I am the Wordsmith (I am the Wordsmith)
They can try to ignore everything that I achieve
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 (I am the Wordsmith)
And even if I never move a million units
It's my blessin how I do it, I'm the Wordsmith (I am the Wordsmith)

[Verse Three]
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 emcees 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 classical trained pianist
My P.O. was P.O.'d, handed a cup, told me to "pee in this"
The linguist musician, my college position is my intuition
Told me that I wouldn't be affordin' tuition
My education's all on my own
So I might have been born yesterday, but I rhyme like there's no tomorrow

[chorus]
Perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistakes
Back in the 1800s I was burned at the stake (I am the Wordsmith)
Metaphor Mephistopheles, degrees I've achieved
The brain fluid it takes to believe would equal the seven seas (I am the Wordsmith)
I could reveal the true name of God, you'd go insane upon hearing it
Release enough winds to blow down pyramids (I am the Wordsmith)
I'm the Michelangelo of syllable, since I freestyle Genesis been biblical
That's something you gotta give in to

(I am the Wordsmith)
(YOU'RE CRAZY!)
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