[Chorus]
Perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistakes
Back in the 1800s, I was burned at the stake (I am the Wordsmith)
Metaphor Mephistopheles, degrees I’ve achieved, the brain
Fluid it takes to believe would equal the seven seas (I am the Wordsmith)
I could reveal the true name of God, you’d go insane upon
Hearing it, release enough winds to blow down pyramids (I am the Wordsmith)
I’m the Michelangelo of syllables. Since I freestyle
Genesis been Biblical—that’s something you got to give in to
[Verse 1]
Since born in my mama vaginal sauna
As a sonogram, I 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 that uterus
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 and infantry in diapers at an infancy
The childhood of a hood that was raised in the hood: cops said
“Put your hands in the hot sky,” threw my hands down on the hot hood
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
Raised the mind like Charles Manson’s, knew I was some man’s son
But which one? That made me strong, created my poison tongue
Perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistakes
Back in the 1800s, I was burned at the stake (I am the Wordsmith)
Metaphor Mephistopheles, degrees I’ve achieved, the brain
Fluid it takes to believe would equal the seven seas (I am the Wordsmith)
I could reveal the true name of God, you’d go insane upon
Hearing it, release enough winds to blow down pyramids (I am the Wordsmith)
I’m the Michelangelo of syllables. Since I freestyle
Genesis been Biblical—that’s something you got to give in to
[Verse 1]
Since born in my mama vaginal sauna
As a sonogram, I 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 that uterus
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 and infantry in diapers at an infancy
The childhood of a hood that was raised in the hood: cops said
“Put your hands in the hot sky,” threw my hands down on the hot hood
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
Raised the mind like Charles Manson’s, knew I was some man’s son
But which one? That made me strong, created my poison tongue
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