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
Why you cut school?
Cause you ain't feel too good
I cut school
cause my cuts ain't heal too good
I wrote anthems from antonyms
Harmonies from homonyms
Created cinema from synonyms
Was livid to eliminate
that illustrious life you're livin' in
Wrote rhetoricals in rhythms
Made rhymes out of religion
Use a prefix as a crucifix
Or suffocate you with a suffix
Wrote lectures so infectious
They're known to infect the listeners
Who dissin' us?
Yo punks you wait – I punctuate
My karma's the comma
That put you inside of a coma
Hyphen, semi-colon, dot, dot
Leave you semi-swollen
Question: You pregnant?
Oh you're not? I love you, Period.
Mentally it didn't register, bitch
Empty the register, bitch
You just a cashier, bitch
Give the cash, here
Or I'll shoot you in your cabbage
Hijack a getaway cab, bitch
Words ain't makin' me no loot
Don't change now Dow Jones average
Regardless, we're Godless
They stole my innocence
In a sense, the judge sentenced me
To 3 lifetimes sentences
To put my life in times and sentences
Art my dark archnemesis
They want me off the premises
That's what the premise is
Locked on a tier
where you can't shed a tear at
I studied more Shakespeare
Than any African can shake a spear at
Told that 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 minds 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 my self short to be famous
And taking it up the anus just ain't us
The world could get the penis
Of this classically trained pianist
My P.O. was p.o.'d
Handed me a cup, told me to "pee in this"
The linguist musician
My college position is that my intuition
Told me I wouldn't be affordin' tuition
My education's all on my own
I might have been born yesterday
But I rhyme like there's no tomorrow...
Wordsmith - Chino XL
As a child they had it in for me
Was raised with guns in infantry
In diapers and in infancy
Why you cut school?
Cause you ain't feel too good
I cut school
cause my cuts ain't heal too good
I wrote anthems from antonyms
Harmonies from homonyms
Created cinema from synonyms
Was livid to eliminate
that illustrious life you're livin' in
Wrote rhetoricals in rhythms
Made rhymes out of religion
Use a prefix as a crucifix
Or suffocate you with a suffix
Wrote lectures so infectious
They're known to infect the listeners
Who dissin' us?
Yo punks you wait – I punctuate
My karma's the comma
That put you inside of a coma
Hyphen, semi-colon, dot, dot
Leave you semi-swollen
Question: You pregnant?
Oh you're not? I love you, Period.
Mentally it didn't register, bitch
Empty the register, bitch
You just a cashier, bitch
Give the cash, here
Or I'll shoot you in your cabbage
Hijack a getaway cab, bitch
Words ain't makin' me no loot
Don't change now Dow Jones average
Regardless, we're Godless
They stole my innocence
In a sense, the judge sentenced me
To 3 lifetimes sentences
To put my life in times and sentences
Art my dark archnemesis
They want me off the premises
That's what the premise is
Locked on a tier
where you can't shed a tear at
I studied more Shakespeare
Than any African can shake a spear at
Told that 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 minds 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 my self short to be famous
And taking it up the anus just ain't us
The world could get the penis
Of this classically trained pianist
My P.O. was p.o.'d
Handed me a cup, told me to "pee in this"
The linguist musician
My college position is that my intuition
Told me I wouldn't be affordin' tuition
My education's all on my own
I might have been born yesterday
But I rhyme like there's no tomorrow...
Wordsmith - Chino XL
