Friday, August 2, 2024

Track selection by: Phenomenal P
Wordsmith
Chino XL
Album: Poison Pen (2005)
Producers: Bird

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’re 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