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letra de wordsmith - e.t. the eclectic troubadour

[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 ill-strious
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 sp-wn of eminem
-rs- 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 r-t-rds
scandal and sleaze is what p-sses for talent now
vandals with fake posses running rampant and how
paper gangsters scared sh-tless 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 att-tude, 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

- e t the eclectic troubadour

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