Wordsmith by E.T. The Eclectic Troubadour Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Behold a wordsmith amaze you with his craft sublime
Like Beethoven’s fifth, a trailblazing bar at a time
Forged with uru in the furnace of the rap gods, no less
I am relentless as a tempest, impossible to repress
Witness my flawless prowess overflowing my bottomless chalice
It's ok to be jealous fellas, I'm born illustrious
With the flair of a virtuoso, I am a genetic ace
I make an entrance with a splash spreading kinetic waves
I leave Hermes in a haze with my frenetic pace
Got you questioning your faith with my heretic ways
I am a man on a mission, I am the saving grace
I am a knight on commission to cleanse the malaise
Just my first tryst and already a masterpiece
I write my destiny with sweat and elbow grease
I rage on the page, penning an anthem for the ages
Make way for your liege, I'm taking rap under my aegis
[Hook]
I am a wordsmith, my game's bright-lit
I bring the kinda wit you don't wanna mess with
I am a wordsmith, I make your minds flip
Words dance to my tunes like puppets on a string
[Verse 2]
I make it look so easy like sipping a pina colada
My synapses fire faster than a Hadron collider
Synopsis of the matter, man, don't even bother
My thoughts outrun yours by a light year yonder
My verses, dripping acid, sear a hole thru your soul
Get you tripping up so bad like a fall down the rabbit hole
They be tricking with your head, sneaking in like a sniper
Is the totem still spinning? you sure it ain't a cipher?
With a flow so profound, I set a mine for your mind
I am treading new ground, one giant leap for rapkind
I make your notions come unbound as you fall in line
I'ma turn the scene around on its head and claim it mine
I am a lyrical twister, wrecking it like a force majeure
I make u erupt in 'rap'ture, leave you gasping for more
I am the hero with a thousand faces, moonwalking into folklore
I am going boldly where no rapper has gone before
[Hook]
I am a wordsmith, my game's bright-lit
I bring the kinda wit you don't wanna mess with
I am a wordsmith, I make your minds flip
Words dance to my tunes like puppets on a string
[Verse 3]
Scene abounds with clowns making a mockery of rhyme
Gonna beat em down to the ground like a boxer in his prime
Every two-bit hack's a wannabe spawn of Eminem
Arse jack em awake, knock some sense in em
Them spewing lines so wack, make me reach for my pen
I'm shooting iambs on crack, name me double-o-seven
I pack more smack in a track than all your work stacked
I smack your pack in the back till you backtrack
I am an iconoclast smashing false gods
Now, sit back and applaud, while I maraud like Vlad
And go riding roughshod on facading bards
And the rabid hordes propping these vapid retards
Scandal and sleaze is what passes for talent now
Vandals with fake posses running rampant and how
Paper gangsters scared shitless of their own shadows
I leave em staggered as I expose their false bravados
Fake swagger, fake blues, fake street cred, fake views
Sandbaggers with attitude, labels hiding their true hues
Preening charlatans masquerading as veterans
Cussing incessant, illegitimate brethren
Belligerent delinquents feigning indignance
Indigence of common sense, a creeping malignance
Swat em with a lexicon, these screeching cormorants
Satan's minions peddling prurience and decadence
[Outro]
Now, this is how you diss, creep back to ur crevice
Do I make you nervous? you unscrupulous novice
Your lies cut no ice, this ain't your game bruh
In here, you've got no voice, run back home da
Behold a wordsmith amaze you with his craft sublime
Like Beethoven’s fifth, a trailblazing bar at a time
Forged with uru in the furnace of the rap gods, no less
I am relentless as a tempest, impossible to repress
Witness my flawless prowess overflowing my bottomless chalice
It's ok to be jealous fellas, I'm born illustrious
With the flair of a virtuoso, I am a genetic ace
I make an entrance with a splash spreading kinetic waves
I leave Hermes in a haze with my frenetic pace
Got you questioning your faith with my heretic ways
I am a man on a mission, I am the saving grace
I am a knight on commission to cleanse the malaise
Just my first tryst and already a masterpiece
I write my destiny with sweat and elbow grease
I rage on the page, penning an anthem for the ages
Make way for your liege, I'm taking rap under my aegis
[Hook]
I am a wordsmith, my game's bright-lit
I bring the kinda wit you don't wanna mess with
I am a wordsmith, I make your minds flip
Words dance to my tunes like puppets on a string
[Verse 2]
I make it look so easy like sipping a pina colada
My synapses fire faster than a Hadron collider
Synopsis of the matter, man, don't even bother
My thoughts outrun yours by a light year yonder
My verses, dripping acid, sear a hole thru your soul
Get you tripping up so bad like a fall down the rabbit hole
They be tricking with your head, sneaking in like a sniper
Is the totem still spinning? you sure it ain't a cipher?
With a flow so profound, I set a mine for your mind
I am treading new ground, one giant leap for rapkind
I make your notions come unbound as you fall in line
I'ma turn the scene around on its head and claim it mine
I am a lyrical twister, wrecking it like a force majeure
I make u erupt in 'rap'ture, leave you gasping for more
I am the hero with a thousand faces, moonwalking into folklore
I am going boldly where no rapper has gone before
[Hook]
I am a wordsmith, my game's bright-lit
I bring the kinda wit you don't wanna mess with
I am a wordsmith, I make your minds flip
Words dance to my tunes like puppets on a string
[Verse 3]
Scene abounds with clowns making a mockery of rhyme
Gonna beat em down to the ground like a boxer in his prime
Every two-bit hack's a wannabe spawn of Eminem
Arse jack em awake, knock some sense in em
Them spewing lines so wack, make me reach for my pen
I'm shooting iambs on crack, name me double-o-seven
I pack more smack in a track than all your work stacked
I smack your pack in the back till you backtrack
I am an iconoclast smashing false gods
Now, sit back and applaud, while I maraud like Vlad
And go riding roughshod on facading bards
And the rabid hordes propping these vapid retards
Scandal and sleaze is what passes for talent now
Vandals with fake posses running rampant and how
Paper gangsters scared shitless of their own shadows
I leave em staggered as I expose their false bravados
Fake swagger, fake blues, fake street cred, fake views
Sandbaggers with attitude, labels hiding their true hues
Preening charlatans masquerading as veterans
Cussing incessant, illegitimate brethren
Belligerent delinquents feigning indignance
Indigence of common sense, a creeping malignance
Swat em with a lexicon, these screeching cormorants
Satan's minions peddling prurience and decadence
[Outro]
Now, this is how you diss, creep back to ur crevice
Do I make you nervous? you unscrupulous novice
Your lies cut no ice, this ain't your game bruh
In here, you've got no voice, run back home da