| When I woke up this morning, it was evening
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| I think of things that are intriguing like a cannibal eating a vegan
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| Don’t take me serious, I’m only teasing
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| I saw my foe and got even and me being mad was the reason
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| See I’m a track pro and a protractor
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| You’re just a pro actor
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| So every fact you know is no factor
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| You name them, I will fade them
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| Recalculate the one hundred percent of shots I didn’t take
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| I still made them
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| Can speak on five records at once
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| Had lunch for dinner
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| Had dinner for breakfast
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| Then I had breakfast for lunch
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| Too clean for mainstream
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| I don’t cross t’s and dot i’s
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| I cross i’s and dot t’s which is really the same thing
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| I can record when I get bored and drop four
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| ‘cause my essence lives ten stories above the top floor
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| Got a greater threat
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| Not even in circulation yet
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| I’m the information vet who made perspiration sweat
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| I’m the wordsmith
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| Let me hear you say it again
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| The wordsmith
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| I’ma kill ‘em to the end
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| They say nobody’s perfect
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| Well, I am
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| Dropping words like bird shit, ha
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| Bird shit
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| I’m the wordsmith
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| Let me hear you say it again
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| The wordsmith
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| I’ma kill ‘em to the end
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| They say nobody’s perfect
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| Well, I am
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| Dropping words like bird shit
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| Bird shit
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| I’m the graphic type
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| I’ll put twenty-four hours in half a night
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| Plus my rapping mic make your left leg start acting right
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| Straight up wipe your stomach out just to ruin your appetite
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| So trifling I did a mic-pass and wouldn’t pass the mic
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| There’s no comparison, I’m greater than this fool
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| I shot the school-shooter before he could make it to the school
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| And the gap between me and rappers is huge in disparity
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| You clowns are so blind you couldn’t see through transparency
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| I walk innocuously
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| Yet hold emcees hostage while doctors be watching me torture 'em and do
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| colostomies
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| Had to come back as if I left the house without my keys
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| Devour the beat so powerfully that I make doubt believe
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| And you can’t move on me unless you’re a dancer
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| You don’t answer my questions ‘cause you know I’ll question your answers
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| Speaking any vocab fluent
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| The intrinsic rare human
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| Plus my rap-room is also an intensive care unit
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| I’m the wordsmith
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| Let me hear you say it again
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| The wordsmith
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| I’ma kill ‘em to the end
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| They say nobody’s perfect
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| Well, I am
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| Dropping words like bird shit, ha
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| Bird shit
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| I’m the wordsmith
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| Let me hear you say it again
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| The wordsmith
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| I’ma kill ‘em to the end
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| They say nobody’s perfect
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| Well, I am
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| Dropping words like bird shit
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| Bird shit
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| In the eye of the storm, I’m surprisingly calm
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| I can wake you up every morning with a silent alarm
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| People wonder if I have more raps ahead
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| ‘cause I said every single thing except everything I haven’t said
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| There’s no template to be the spit lord’s apprentice
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| So relentless if you loan me money I’ll charge you interest
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| Your presence I’ll never have a use for it
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| Every truth I spit quickly produces a group of sick K-Rino duplicates
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| Every moment I fight to be distinct when I write
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| So don’t call me a great mind if they’re all thinking alike
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| See I’m the type who loves daylight especially at night
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| So intellectually precise that I’ll correct you when you’re right
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| Weak writers leap higher than Len Bias
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| When I sneak up behind 'em and fry ‘em into a pile of trembling skin fibers
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| I’m chasing every plagiarist
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| My greatness gets me so much praise that just to thank me is a 80-year waiting
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| list
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| I’m the wordsmith
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| Let me hear you say it again
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| The wordsmith
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| I’ma kill ‘em to the end
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| They say nobody’s perfect
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| Well, I am
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| Dropping words like bird shit, ha
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| Bird shit
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| I’m the wordsmith
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| Let me hear you say it again
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| The wordsmith
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| I’ma kill ‘em to the end
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| They say nobody’s perfect
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| Well, I am
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| Dropping words like bird shit
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| Bird shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Wordsmith , by - K Rino. Song from the album Lightning Language (The 4-Piece, No. 1), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп