[I]
I really like verbs cause they give me that action.
Guess you can say they really make the happenings happen. I
wouldn’t be rappin’ if I ain’t have them.
People couldn’t do backspins chill or relax.
When my homies get loquacious and I’m in a haste I set ‘em right
I don’t say, “Speed it up.”—I tell ‘em, “Expedite.”
Cause expeditious sounds a little officious[i],
But I certainly wish its gettin’ people to listen, not tune it out.
I doubt y’all like ‘em like I like ‘em.
But, real talk, I get real excited when I write ‘em.
Better yet I’m exhilarated and titillated,
can’t wait to demonstrate it in conversations,
integrated or interfacing with homo sapiens saying statements.
Literal colloquy[ii]…that’s if you follow me.
I know you probably wonder my motives—
“inquisitively” is simply one of the dopest
adverbs I use regularly. And that’s another one!
“Regularly”…but that’s more of a subtle one.
And to a lot of folks adverbs are troublesome
But they all need affection, so learn to start lovin’ ‘em

[Hook]
I love words, words, words, words…
words I do adore.
Sometimes I’m unsure, but all I need’s a thesaurus
and to make sure that I made my point.

I love words, words, words, words…
words I do adore.
I look up in the dictionary, make sure my sentences vary.
I can use ‘em any way I want.

[II]
Now, a noun is a person or a place or a thing.
And if a noun was my girl, I’d be placing a ring
on her finger and I’d bring her anything she wanted—I’d get it.
And that metaphor is to illustrate just how I feel about
her, it, them, they, we, oh, we could go round
him, that, this, she is such a pronoun.
But she can be prim and proper—I call her by her name,
or call her slang. She is, but she’s not a game.
She loves modifiers. By herself she’s not a liar,
but she can be all of the above—a thought, a writer,
a liker, a hater, even a baby maker,
a maybe, or maybe a yes, the heart that beats in your chest,
everything, everybody, nothing, or none,
mother, sister, father, brother, even a son,
and the sun, ‘cause she’s also a homophone
As long as I have her, then I know I am not alone
Or am I?

[Hook]
I love words, words, words, words…
words I do adore.
Sometimes I’m unsure, but all I need’s a thesaurus
and to make sure that I made my point.
 
I love words, words, words, words…
words I do adore.
I look up in the dictionary, make sure my sentences vary.
I can use ‘em any way I want.
 

[III]
We had verbs—had nouns,
so I can say what happened, and how it goes down,
could do the who, what, when, where and why,
and even more, too, but then there’s describing it all.
 
I’d be remiss[iii] if I didn’t talk about adjectives.
Because description is really where all the passion is.
They’re like the special ingredients and the additives
to whatever is happenin’, and the reason it’s fabulous,
terrible, unbearable, extraordinary, stale or slow;
the difference between good and bad—white or yellow snow;
edible, indelible, unintelligible,
mediocre, needy, and over, speedy and knowing.
I mean, they can be overused, but that’s rare.
And If I didn’t have ‘em to choose then that there
wouldn’t have made a whole lot of sense, but it did, and that makes me happy.
When writing, sometimes they’re cool. When speaking, sometimes they’re tacky.
Or vice versa—and in nice verses they’re extra necessary
as weapons carried into battle to help and save you
from being eaten alive with a rhyme aimed to kill.
Not a fine time to be kind, blind, maimed, but “ill”—
“cold,” “dope,” “fly”—yeah, they work.
And they don’t even weigh a whole lot, but they can hurt.
 
Some people love hearing their own—others doubt ‘em.
I’m pretty certain that I couldn’t live without ‘em.
 
[Hook]
I love words, words, words, words…
words I do adore.
Sometimes I’m unsure, but all I need’s a thesaurus
and to make sure that I made my point.
 
I love words, words, words, words…
words I do adore.
I look up in the dictionary, make sure my sentences vary.
I can use ‘em any way I want.



[i] Officious: Bossy.

[ii] Colloquy: Conversation.

[iii] Remiss: Careless.

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