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