[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 n***a 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
[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 2]
While 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 encyclopedias and dictionaries
I wrote anthems from antonyms, harmonies from homonyms
Created cinema from synonyms, livid to eliminate that
Illustrious life you’re living in, wrote rhetoricals in rhythms
I could paralyze with a parable, make rhymes out of religion
Crucify you with a prefix or suffocate you with a suffix
Wrote lectures so infectious, it’s known to infect the listeners
Who dissing us? Yo, punks, you wait. I punctuate
My karma’s the comma that put you inside of a coma
Hyphen, dot, dot, semicolon, leave you semi-swollen
Question mark, you pregnant? Oh, you’re not. I love you, period
To sum it up, language is my essence. Fucked up in all my adolescence ‘til my moms was out of lessons
Laws, I store convenient, still, I robbed the convenience store
Love Mom/fuck Mom—shit, I ain’t love me no more
Mentally, it didn’t register, bitch! Empty the register, bitch!
You’re just a cashier, bitch! Give the cash here!
I’ll shoot you in your cabbage, hijack a getaway cab, bitch
Words ain’t making me no loot, don’t change no Dow Jones average
Regardless, we Godless, they stole my innocence in a sense
The judge sentenced me to three lifetimes sentences
To write my life and times in sentences, art my dark arch nemesis
They want me off the premises—that’s what the premise is
Locked on a tier where you can’t shed a tear at
Studied more Shakespeare than any African shakes his spear at
And the whole world fear that (Uh huh), and it hurts
I got caught killing time, but then I got away with words
[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

[Bridge: Chino XL]
People can say whatever they want about me, but agree
That I am the Wordsmith (I am the Wordsmith)
They can try to ignore everything that I’ve achieved, but agree
That I am the Wordsmith (I am the Wordsmith). Yo
The love of words is deep in my veins
Helps me to silence my pain. I am the Wordsmith (Oh, I am the Wordsmith)
Even if never move a million units, it’s my blessing
How I do it. I’m the Wordsmith (I am the Wordsmith)

[Verse 3: Chino XL]
I’m in a game full of morons (True) and they keep putting more on (True)
I tutor the Tora, I'm in the core of the Quran
The mind’s what I represent, and emcees better re-present
I’m taking this rapping bullshit to the fullest extent
I have reservations why Indians are on reservations
Told the board of education I was bored of education
As far as this go, I leave you deader than disco
Rocking sex and violence over sax and violins
Through your mind’s camera lens, you’re in need of an ambulance
I’ll knock you to the asphalt—it’s your own ass’ fault
Your last thought: I’ll never sell myself short to be famous
And taking it up the anus just ain’t us
The world could get the penis of this classical-trained pianist
My P.O. was p.o.’d, handed a cup, told me to pee in this
The linguist musician, my college position’s my intuition
Told me I wouldn’t be affording tuition
My education’s all on my own
So I might have been born yesterday, but I rhyme like there’s no tomorrow
[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

[Outro]
I am the Wordsmith
(“He’s crazy!”)