Nick Wiz ft. Chino XL - “Wordsmith (Early Version)”
[Emcee(s): Chino XL]
[Producer(s): Nick Wiz]
[Hook: Chino XL]
Perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistakes
Back in the 1800s, I was burned at the stake (For 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, but you’d go insane upon
Hearing it, release еnough winds to blow down pyramids (I am the Wordsmith)
I’m the Michelangеlo of syllables. Since I freestyle
Genesis been Biblical—that’s something you got to give in to
[Verse 1: Chino XL]
Since born in my mama vaginal sauna
As a sonogram, I been fond of phonics
And it’s ironic (Uh huh). Even as an embryonic
Fed through an umbilical—don’t that sound biblical?
I’ve been a terror since I teareth out of te 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
A childhood of a hood that was raised as a hood: cops said
“Put your hands in the hot sky,” I 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, I wish you would 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
[Emcee(s): Chino XL]
[Producer(s): Nick Wiz]
[Hook: Chino XL]
Perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistakes
Back in the 1800s, I was burned at the stake (For 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, but you’d go insane upon
Hearing it, release еnough winds to blow down pyramids (I am the Wordsmith)
I’m the Michelangеlo of syllables. Since I freestyle
Genesis been Biblical—that’s something you got to give in to
[Verse 1: Chino XL]
Since born in my mama vaginal sauna
As a sonogram, I been fond of phonics
And it’s ironic (Uh huh). Even as an embryonic
Fed through an umbilical—don’t that sound biblical?
I’ve been a terror since I teareth out of te 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
A childhood of a hood that was raised as a hood: cops said
“Put your hands in the hot sky,” I 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, I wish you would 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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