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Now it's time for our wrap up |
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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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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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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 |
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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 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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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 vanished |
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[Incomprehensible] well would a wise word Smith |
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Just weaving up words weeded up, I'm a work shift |
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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, over zealous rhyme Zea-lots |
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Good, can you say it faster? |
