6 in the morning and I'm up and at em 
Put all my eggs in one basket- and then I crack em
 I'll take them like I like my brains scrambled 
Hungry, these tracks were the last thing that I sampled
I take these beats and then beat em into a fine pulp,
 Freshly squeezed like OJ I proceed to take a big gulp 
Spit it back at ya cause It's time to wake up 
Eat my eggs and bacon then go out to get my cake up 
But first y'know I need to fill up my cup of joe 
Up I go, people say I'm floating I say yup I know 
Every day, on the page and on the microphone
 I elevate my game and rep my name until my titles known
 As opposed to phony rappers only rappin bout fat stacks 
I'm just in the kitchen flippin tracks like they're flapjacks
 So you best stay out the booth less you wanna get burned 
Hope you haven't lost your appetite, cause breakfast is served

[CYPHER 32] Breakfast Music - WORDSMITH

Don't tell me this ain't more than some words and a beat 
 this is an artform that was spurred by the streets
This is the place I come when I need to retreat
From myself, from the world, when I'm feelin the heat 
Call it what you want but this is more than music 
This is my microphone, just let me speak through it
It puts me at ease, I relax as the record spins 
Grab my pen, begin to write, I feel better than 
Better than I ever have better than I ever will 
Cause  my mind is a blank page that ill never fill 
 I need to let it out, these rhymes are my release 
I'm at war with this world, the only time that I feel peace 
I cease to exist cept in the world that I make 
With a pen and some paper cause that's all that it take 
When you take a step back and forget what's at stake 
It's as vivd as a dream that you had while awake

[CYPHER40] Release - WORDSMITH

Alright, hold up a minute and just let me be honest
I'm not trying to kill the game, gain fame, be the hottest 
I'm not trying to go out win some hip hop contest 
Plot my way to the tip top, get writ up in complex 
Get a gold record, a Grammy and perfect the process 
Perform concerts at colosseums so colossus 
I don't need to tell tall tales of my conquests 
I don't gotta be heard, I don't need to be on next 
I'm not lookin for props, I ain't checking the comments 
Reviews that break down and condense my contents 
I'm not sitting here, paused waiting for applause yet 
It's nice when you end up getting props for your projects 
I'm not trying to be pompous but I'm not trying to be modest 
I gotta conscience but I'm not trying to spit conscious 
So, what you spittin for, whatcha trying to accomplish 
Same as I ever was, just trying to make progress

[CYPHER 52] WORK IN PROGRESS - WORDSMITH

MHH Cypher Vol. 19. "Traffic Stop" by WORDSMITH.

Lyrics:

Quarter past 4 on the 405
I was ridin' real dirty when I seen those lights
So I put the signal on and pulled off to the side
And put on a big smile, like I got nothin' to hide
That po' boy in blue musta' got the wrong beat
Reached my hand real low, feelin' under my seat
hear the knock on my window, turn my head to the left
and look who it is, Mr. Sherrif himself
This cop ain't no fan of small talk, I see
Just, "Hands on the wheel and can I see some ID?"
So I toss him my wallet, thick as it is
and he flips through that shit, straight lickin' his lips
Now I wasn't speedin', I ain't high or drunk
Just prayin' he don't ask me to pop that trunk
But he flashes a grin, hands back the wallet, real light
says, "Sir, drive safe and have yourself a good night."
All I think as I watch him head back to the shop
Man, there ain't nothin better than a dirty ass cop


MHH CYPHER #19- "TRAFFIC STOP" - WORDSMITH

MHH Cypher Vol. 20

Lyrics:

Alleys that are fragrant, pills to cure your ailments
Street preachers just trying to make a statement
Ladies pound the pavement, understated entertainment
It's really going down, parties in the basement
Parties round the corner, parties just adjacent
Until we're all evicted, eyes are just as vacant
It's pretty damn great to be a pagan
It's pretty damn great to be a vagrant
You can thank Reagan
For this shit laden ladle called a haven
And then they ask why we misbehavin'

City move fast like a timelapse
Find a fine lass, watch the time pass
Watch the shined brass and the crime clash
All financed by the high class
Until this shit get to the climax
Hide behind yo iPads and iPhones
You could never kick it in my timezone
'nuff about my city man, I'm home

(MHH CYPHER VOL. 20) Thank Reagan - WORDSMITH

Lyrics:

Most diseases can be cured
the Doctor assured her
from his third floor office full of boxes
full of folders full of scribble-riddled pages
and objects out of date since way before the middle ages
"At least it ain't contagious"
he laughed, while sitting back and acting like it ain't outrageous
like really she could face this
like really she would take this
like really she could afford, the hospital bills
and all of the pills 
that would possibly help
but probably kill 
if not her body than her will
still... the survival rate is decent
and chemo ain't so bad, you'd rather cancer or the treatment?
she's 23 and can't believe that there could be no reason
her body'd go and do this to her, cells committing treason
she grabbed her things and stood and said that she'd be leavin
already she was grieving, she really felt like heaving
the Doctor stood and said, "I hope this don't ruin your evening"
"but in 8-12 days, my bill you'll be receiving".


[MHH Cypher Vol. 21] CHECK-UP - WORDSMITH

That hot talk that'll boil your water cooler
From Chatanooga to East Vancouver, to wherever Drake's from
It's hot in the kitchen, but that's where I get cake from
Go ahead, make fun, see me smackin' the track like I'm Akon
Am I the best, well there ain't one
Better than this, I'm A 1, the Great One
I'm Gretzky, Lubezki on a Jetski, don't test me
Bring the heat like El Nino 
Sitting in San Marino, eating Jalapenos 
Y'all bed wetters tryin to douse this fire
They say that heat rises so I take it higher
Hope these wings don't burn off, before I burn out
My bars bring sirens, man what a turn out
I'd like to give a shout to the fire department 
For keepin' me from burnin' down my apartment
The sun is hot as hell man, 10,000 degrees
Bout as hot as my bars than, it's what motivates these

[MHH CYPHER VOL. 22] 10,000 Degrees - WORDSMITH

Lyrics:

How's he so good? It's what they have to say
try to crack the case instead they catch a fade
off the chain from an early age, fuck an accolade
I been goin' hard since my motha fuckin pamper days
but I'm still young, and I'm on the come up
with rhymes that you couldn't sum up
and hype that you couldn't drum
from dusk to sun up, so that's meanin no sleep
so no peeps, from you birds sittin in the nose bleeds
actin like you know me, no please
know these mutha fuckas posing
acting like they're closing
a freshman? You must be messin with me
cause I been schoolin these kids so competitively 
the jig is up, how you figure cuz?
well, XXL isn't big enough
leave em droppin out, my will is imposed
this is a class of 1, and enrolment is closed



[MHH CYPHER VOL 24] Accolades - WORDSMITH

[MHH CYPHER VOL. 25] WORDSMITH - Forgiveness

Colours Change -WORDSMITH

WORDSMITH. Hip-hop artist from British Columbia, Canada. 