Luyện nghe bài hát Wordsmith

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

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

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

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

(Verse 3)
I'm in a game full of morons but they puttin' more on
to tall to rhyme in the core of the Quran
and the what I represent and emcees better represent
I'm takin this rapping to its fullest extent
I have reservations while Indians are on
told the board of I was bored of education
as far as dis-co I'll leave you deader disco
rockin sacks and oversex and violence
threw ya carolling you in need of an ambulance
knock you to the asphalt its your own ass fault
your last thought I'll never sell myself short to be
and taking it up the just ain't us
the world can get the penis of this classical pianoist
my P.O. is pee-oed me cup told me to pee in this
the linguist my college tuitions my intuition
told me I wouldn't be a in tuition
my all on me own
so I might've born yesterday but I rhyme like theres no tomorrow

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you CRAZY!!!