| 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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| Canceling 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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| Eating other editors with each and every energetic epileptic episode
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| 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 this 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 an instant, I’ll rise in an irate state
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| Juiced on my jams like Jheri curls jocking joints
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| Justly, it’s just me, writing my journals
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| Kindly I’m kindling all kinds of ink on
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| Karate kick type Brits in my kingdom
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| Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is
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| Learned lame louses just lose to my livery
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| My mind makes marvelous movies, masses
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| Marvel and move, many mock what I’ve mastered
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| Niggas nap knowing 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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| Pummeling 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
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| 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
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| 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 vanish
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| Why in my world would a wise wordsmith just
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| Weaving up words, weeded up on my workshift
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| Xerox my X-radiation 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 yardsale, I yawn
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| Zig-Zag zombies, zooming to the zenith
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| Zero in, zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alphabet Aerobics, artist - Blackalicious. Album song A2G EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп