Songtext Wordsmith Chino Xl

Wordsmith

Perfection
Flawless masterpiece, no mistakes
Back in the1800s I was burned at the stake
Metaphor Mephistopheles
Degrees I've achieved
The brain fluid it takes to believe
Would equal the seven seas
I could reveal the true name of God
But you would go insane upon hearing it
Release enough winds to
Blow down pyramids
I'm the Michelangelo of syllable
Since I freestyle
Genesis been biblical
That's something you got to give in to
(Verse I)
Since born in my mama's vaginal sauna
As a sonogram, I've been fond of phonics
It's ironic, even as an embryonic
Fed through an umbilical
Don't that sound biblical?
I've been a terror
Since I teareth out of the uterus
Because evil plans were made to defeat us
As a fetus
Though now I walk in infamy
As a child they had it in for me
Was raised with guns in infantry
In diapers and in infancy
The childhood of a hood
That was raised in the hood
Cops said "put your hands in the hot sky"
I put my hands down on the hot hood
I can't whine or drink wine
Nine planets planned it
'Til it became apparent
My parents shouldn't have been a parent
State to state we ran some
I wasn't worth no ransom
Money, won't you hand some?
A nigga wasn't handsome
Raise the mind like Charles Manson's
New I was some man's son
But which one?
That made me strong
Created my poison tongue...
CHORUS
(Verse II)
Why you cut school?
Cause you ain't feel too good
I cut school
Cause my cuts ain't heal too good
Through all the physical abuse
My mind escaped
Through the gift of wordplay
I memorized encyclopaedias and dictionaries
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