Alphabet Aerobics

[Intro: Female Voice] (Now it's time for our wrap up Let's give it everything we've got Ready? Begin) [Verse: Gift of Gab] 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 Eating 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 hymns Hear 'em holler at your homeboy Imitators idolize, I intimidate In an instant, I'll rise in an irate state Juiced on my jams like Jheri curls jocking joints Justly, it's just me, writing 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 knowing 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, 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 vanish While in my world would a wise wordsmith just Weaving up words, weeded up on my workshift Xerox my X-radiation holes extra large X-height letters and xylophone tones Yellow-back, yak mouth, young ones' yaws Yesterday's lawn yardsale, I yawn Zig-Zag zombies, zooming to the zenith Zero in, Zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme Zea-lots! [Outro: Female Voice] (Good... can you say it faster?)