It�s crazy�nn(CHORUS)nPerfectionnflawlessnmasterpiece, no mistakesnBack in the1800s I was burned at the stakenMetaphor Mephistopheles,nDegrees I�ve achievednThe brain fluid it takes to believenwould equal the seven seasnI could reveal the true name of GodnBut you would go insane upon hearing innRelease enough winds tonblow down pyramidsnI�m the Michelangelo of syllablenSince I freestylenGenesis been biblicalnThat�s something you got to give in tonn(Verse I)nSince born in my mama�s vaginal saunanAs a sonogram, I�ve been fond of phonicsnIt�s ironic, even as an embryonicnFed through an umbilicalndon�t that sound biblical?nI�ve been a terrornSince I teareth out of the uterusnBecause evil plans were made to defeat usnAs a fetusnThough now I walk in infamynAs a child they had it in for menWas raised with guns in infantrynIn diapers and in infancynThe childhood of a hoodnthat was raised in the hoodnCops said �put your hands in the hot sky�nI put my hands down on the hot hoodnI can�t whine or drink winenNine planets planned itn�Til it became apparentnMy parents shouldn�t have been a parentnState to state we ran somenI wasn�t worth no ransomnMoney, won�t you hand some?nA nigga wasn�t handsomenRaise the mind like Charles Manson�snNew I was some man�s sonnBut which one?nThat made me strongncreated my poison tongue�nnCHORUSnn(Verse II)nWhy you cut school?nCause you ain�t feel too goodnI cut schoolncause my cuts ain�t heal too goodnThrough all the physical abusenMy mind escapednthrough the gift of wordplaynI memorized encyclopaedias and dictionariesnI wrote anthems from antonymsnHarmonies from homonymsnCreated cinema from synonymsnWas livid to eliminatenthat illustrious life you�re livin� innWrote rhetoricals in rhythmsnI could paralyze with a parablenMade rhymes out of religionncrucify you with a crucifixnOr suffocate you with a suffixnWrote lectures so infectiousnThey�re known to infect the listenersnWho dissin� us?nYo punks you wait � I punctuatenMy karma�s the commanThat put you inside of a comanHyphen, semi-colon, dot, dotnLeave you semi-swollennQuestion: You pregnant?nOh you�re not? I love you, Period.nTo sum it up, language is my essencenFucked up in all my adolescencenTill my Mom�s was out of lessonsnLaws, I store convenientnStill I rob a convenience storenLove Mom, Fuck Mom,nShit, I don�t love me no morenMentally it didn�t register, bitchnEmpty the register, bitchnYou just a cashier, bitchnGive the cash, herenOr I�ll shoot you in your cabbagenHijack a getaway cab, bitchnWords ain�t makin� me no lootnDon�t change now Dow Jones averagenRegardless, we�re GodlessnThey stole my innocencenIn a sense, the judge sentenced menTo 3 lifetimes sentencesnTo put my life in times and sentencesnArt my dark archnemesisnThey want me off the premisesnThat�s what the premise isnLocked on a tiernwhere you can�t shed a tear atnI studied more ShakespearenThan any African can shake a spear atnAnd the whole world fears thatnAnd it hurtsnI got caught for killing timenBut then I got with wordsnnCHORUSnn(Bridge)nPeople can say whatever they want about menBut agree that I am the WordsmithnThey can try to ignore everything that I�ve achievednBut agree that I am the WordsmithnI am the WordsmithnThe love of words is deep in my brainnMust be to silence my painnI am the Wordsmithnn(Verse III)nI�m in a game full of moronsnAnd they keep putting more onnI tutor the TorahnI�m in the core of the Qu�arannThe mind�s what I representnAnd mc�s better re-presentnI�m taking this rappin� bullshitnto the fullest extentnI have reservationsnwhy Indians are on reservationsnTold that board of educationnI was bored of educationnAs far as this gonI leave you deader than DisconRocking sex and violencenOver sax and violinsnThrough your minds camera lensnYou�re in need of an ambulancenI�ll knock you to the asphaltnIt�s your own ass faultnYour last thoughtnI�ll never sell my self short to be famousnAnd taking it up the anus just ain�t usnThe world could get the penisnOf this classically trained pianistnMy P.O. was p.o.�dnHanded me a cup, told me to �pee in this�nThe linguist musiciannMy college position is that my intuitionnTold me I wouldn�t be affordin� tuitionnMy education�s all on my ownnI might have been born yesterdaynBut I rhyme like there�s no tomorrow�nnCHORUS