Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alphabet Aerobics, artist - Blackalicious.
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: Quannum projects
Song language: English
Alphabet Aerobics |
(Now it’s time for our wrap up Let’s give it everything we’ve got |
Ready? |
Begin) |
Artificial amateurs, aren’t at all amazing |
Analytically, I assault, animate things |
Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat |
Buildings are broken, basically I’m bombarding |
Casually create catastrophes, casualties |
Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing |
Detonate a dime of dank daily doin dough |
Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low |
Eatin other editors with each and every energetic |
Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette |
Furious fat fabulous fantastic |
Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics |
Gift got great global goods gone glorious |
Gettin godly in his game with the goriest |
Hit em high, hella height, historical |
Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy |
Imitators idolize, I intimidate |
In a instant, I’ll rise in a irate state |
Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin joints |
Justly, it’s just me, writin my journals |
Kindly I’m kindling all kinds of ink on Karate kick type brits in my kingdom |
Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is Learned lame louses just lose to my livery |
My mind makes marvelous moves, masses |
Marvel and move, many mock what I’ve mastered |
Niggas nap knowin I’m nice naturally |
Knack, never lack, make noise nationally |
Operation, opposition, off, not optional |
Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals |
Perfected poem, powerful punchlines |
Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime |
Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it’s Quannum |
Quarrelers ain’t got a quarter of what we got uh Really raw raps, risin up rapidly |
Riding the rushing radioactivity |
Super scientifical sound search sought |
Silencing super fire saps that are soft |
Tales ten times talented, too tough |
Take that, challengers, get a tune up Universal, unique untouched |
Unadulterated, the raw uncut |
Verb vice lord victorious valid |
Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished |
? |
well would a wise wordsmith just |
Weaving up words weeded up, I’m a workshift |
Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large |
X-height letters, and xylophone tones |
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws |
Yesterday’s lawn yards sell our (yawn?) |
Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith |
Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS… |
(good…can you say it faster?) |