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, 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 enough to blow pyramids
Im the of syllables
our freestyle genesis been biblical thats something you gotta give into

(Verse 1)
Yo, since born in my momma vaginal
its a sanna-gram i fond of fonics
its ironic, even as an
fathual and biblical, dont that sound
i been a terror since i terrorth up that
evil plans were made to us as fetus
though now i in infamy, as i child they had it in-fa-me
was raised with guns and and diapers 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 cant whine i drink wine now my plan is
it became aparent , my parents should've been a parent
stately state no ransom, I worth no ransom
money you handsome, a nigga wasnt handsome
raised a like charles manson, knew i was a man's son
but which one, that made me created my poison tongue

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(Verse 2)
While you cut school cause you ain't feel to
I cut cause my cuts ain't heal to good
the wall of physical my mind escapes through the gift of wordplay
I memorize encyclopedias and
I wrote anthems from antonyms, harmonies from
created cinemas synonyms, limit to eliminate
illustrious life we living in wrote rhetoricals in rhythms
I could with a parable, make rhymes out of religion
crucify you with a prefix or suffocate you with a
rolexes so its known to infect the listener
who dissing us yo punctuate, i
my karma's a to put you inside of a coma
hyphen dot dot semi-colon you semi swollen
question mark you pregnant Oh you not? I love you
To sum it up, language is my
f**ked up in all my till my mom was out of lessons
laws of the convenience till I a convenience store
love mom? mom shit I dont love me no more
it didnt register bitch, empty the register bitch
you just a cashier, bitch give the cash
I'll shoot you in cabbage hijack a getaway cab bitch
words ain't making me no loot don't change no dow jones
regardless, re-god-less, stole my innocence
in a sense the judge sentenced me to three life sentences
to my life and times in sentences, art my dark arch nemesis
they want me off the premises what the premise is
locked on a tear where you cant a tear at
study more shakespeare any african 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 about 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 its a blessing how I do it I'm the wordsmith

(Verse 3)
I'm in a full of morons but they keep puttin' more on
told to tall to rhyme in the of the Quran
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 of education I was bored of education
as far as I'll leave you deader than disco
rockin sacks and oversex and violence
threw ya minds carolling you in need of an
I'll knock you to the asphalt its 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 this classical pianoist
my P.O. is pee-oed hand me cup told me to pee in
the linguist 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 theres no

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you CRAZY!!!