Luyện nghe bài hát Wordsmith

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

(Verse 1)
Yo, since born in my vaginal sauna
its a sanna-gram i been fond of
its ironic, even as an
fathual and biblical, dont that biblical
i a terror since i terrorth up that uterus
evil plans made to defeat us as fetus
now i walk 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
said 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
till it became aparent , my should've been a parent
state no ransom, I wasnt worth no ransom
money wont you handsome, a nigga handsome
raised a mind like charles manson, knew i was a son
but which one, that me strong created my poison tongue

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(Verse 2)
While you cut school you ain't feel to good
I cut school cause my cuts ain't to good
the wall of abuse my mind escapes through the gift of wordplay
I memorize and dictionaries
I wrote anthems from antonyms, harmonies from
created from synonyms, limit to eliminate
this illustrious life we living in wrote in rhythms
I could paralyze with a parable, make rhymes out of
crucify you a prefix or suffocate you with a suffix
so infectious its known to infect the listener
who dissing us yo punctuate, i
my karma's a comma to put you of a coma
hyphen dot dot semi-colon leave you semi
question mark you pregnant Oh you not? I love you
To sum it up, language is my
f**ked up in all my adolescence till my mom was out of
laws of the till I robbed a convenience store
love mom? f**k mom I dont love me no more
mentally it didnt register bitch, the register bitch
you just a cashier, bitch the cash here
I'll you in your cabbage hijack a getaway cab bitch
words ain't making me no loot don't change no dow average
regardless, re-god-less, they stole my
in a sense the judge sentenced me to three time sentences
to right my life and in sentences, art my dark arch nemesis
want me off the premises thats what the premise is
locked on a tear you cant shed a tear at
study more shakespeare than any african a spear at
and the world fear 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
They can try to seal everything I achieve but agree that I am a the wordsmith
The other words are deep in my veins that try to silence my pain I am the
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
told to tall to rhyme in the core of the
and the what I represent and emcees better represent
I'm this rapping bullshit to its fullest extent
I have while Indians are on reservations
the board of education I was bored of education
as far as dis-co I'll leave you deader disco
rockin and violins oversex and violence
ya minds carolling you in need of an ambulance
I'll knock you to the its your own ass fault
your last thought I'll never sell short to be famous
and taking it up the anus ain't us
the world can get the penis of this trained pianoist
my P.O. is pee-oed 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 theres no tomorrow

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you CRAZY!!!