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
Canceling 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 hype, 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
Pummeling 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, they're 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
Why I'm all well, would a wise wordsmith
Just weaving up words weeded up, on my work shift
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, over zealous rhyme Zea-lots

Good, can you say it faster

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Writer(s): Lucas Christian MacFadden, Timothy Jerome Parker