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, degrees i've
the brain fluid it takes to believe would equal the seas
I can reveal the true name of god, you go upon hearing it
release enough to down pyramids
Im the of syllables
since our freestyle genesis been thats something you gotta give into

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

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
While you cut school you ain't feel to good
I cut school my cuts ain't heal to good
the wall of physical abuse my mind escapes the gift of wordplay
I encyclopedias and dictionaries
I anthems from antonyms, harmonies from homonyms
created from synonyms, limit to eliminate
this illustrious life we living in wrote in rhythms
I could paralyze with a parable, rhymes out of religion
crucify you a prefix or suffocate you with a suffix
so infectious its known to infect the listener
who us yo punctuate, i punctuate
my karma's a to put you inside of a coma
hyphen dot dot leave you semi swollen
question mark you pregnant Oh you not? I you period
To sum it up, language is my
up in all my adolescence till my mom was out of lessons
laws of the till I robbed a convenience store
love mom? f**k mom shit I dont me no more
it didnt register bitch, empty the register bitch
you a cashier, bitch give the cash here
I'll shoot you in cabbage hijack a getaway cab bitch
words making me no loot don't change no dow jones average
regardless, re-god-less, stole my innocence
in a sense the judge sentenced me to three time sentences
to right my life and times in sentences, art my dark nemesis
they me off the premises thats what the premise is
on a tear where you cant shed a tear at
study more shakespeare than any african a spear at
and the whole world that and it hurts
I got caught killin' 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
They can try to seal everything that I but agree that I am a the wordsmith
The other words are deep in my veins that try to 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 of morons but they keep puttin' more on
told to tall to rhyme in the core of the
and the minds what I represent and emcees represent
I'm takin this rapping to its fullest extent
I have reservations Indians are on reservations
told the board of education I was bored of
as far as dis-co I'll you deader than disco
sacks and violins oversex and violence
threw ya carolling you in need of an ambulance
knock you to the asphalt its your own ass fault
your thought I'll never sell myself short to be famous
and taking it up the anus just us
the world can get the of this classical trained pianoist
my P.O. is hand me cup told me to pee in this
the linguist musician my tuitions my intuition
told me I be a thought in tuition
my all on me own
so I might've beeen born but I rhyme like theres no tomorrow

(Chorus)

you CRAZY!!!