Luyện nghe bài hát Wordsmith

(Chorus)
Yo, perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no
back in the eighteen hundreds, I was burned at the (I am the wordsmith)
metaphor mephastopales, i've achieved
the brain fluid it to believe would equal the seven seas
I can reveal the true name of god, you go insane hearing it
release to blow down pyramids
Im the of syllables
since our freestyle genesis been biblical thats something you gotta give

(Verse 1)
Yo, since in my momma vaginal sauna
its a sanna-gram i been fond of
its ironic, even as an
fathual and biblical, dont sound biblical
i been a terror since i terrorth up that
evil were made to defeat us as fetus
now i walk in infamy, as i child they had it in-fa-me
was raised with and infantry and diapers at an infancy
the of a hood that wa raised in the hood
cops put your hands in the high sky put my hands down in a high hoog
I cant whine i wine now my plan is planded
it became aparent , my parents should've been a parent
stately state no ransom, I wasnt no ransom
money wont you handsome, a nigga wasnt
raised a like charles manson, knew i was a man's son
but one, that made me strong created my poison tongue

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(Verse 2)
While you cut school cause you ain't to good
I cut school cause my cuts ain't heal to
the wall of physical abuse my escapes through the gift of wordplay
I memorize encyclopedias and
I wrote anthems antonyms, harmonies from homonyms
created cinemas synonyms, limit to eliminate
this life we living in wrote rhetoricals in rhythms
I could paralyze a parable, make rhymes out of religion
crucify you with a or suffocate you with a suffix
rolexes so infectious its known to infect the
who dissing us yo punctuate, i
my karma's a to put you inside of a coma
hyphen dot dot semi-colon leave you semi
question mark you pregnant Oh you not? I you period
To sum it up, language is my
f**ked up in all my adolescence till my mom was out of
laws of the convenience till I a convenience store
love mom? f**k mom shit I dont love me no
mentally it didnt bitch, empty the register bitch
you just a cashier, bitch give the here
I'll you in your cabbage hijack a getaway cab bitch
words making me no loot don't change no dow jones average
regardless, re-god-less, they my innocence
in a sense the judge sentenced me to three life time
to right my life and times in sentences, art my arch nemesis
they me off the premises thats what the premise is
locked on a tear where you shed a tear at
study more than any african shakes a spear at
and the whole fear that and it hurts
I got caught killin' time but I got away with words

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(Bridge)
People can say whatever they want me but agree that I am the wordsmith
They can try to seal everything that I achieve but that I am a the wordsmith
The other words are deep in my veins that try to silence my I am the wordsmith
Even if I never move a million units its a blessing how I do it I'm the

(Verse 3)
I'm in a game full of morons but keep puttin' more on
told to to rhyme in the core of the Quran
and the minds what I and emcees better represent
I'm this rapping bullshit to its fullest extent
I have reservations while Indians are on
the board of education I was bored of education
as far as dis-co I'll leave you than disco
rockin and violins oversex and violence
threw ya minds carolling you in need of an
knock you to the asphalt its your own ass fault
your last thought I'll sell myself short to be famous
and taking it up the anus just us
the world can get the penis of classical trained pianoist
my P.O. is hand me cup told me to pee in this
the musician my college tuitions my intuition
told me I wouldn't be a thought in
my all on me own
so I might've beeen born yesterday but I rhyme like no tomorrow

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