Artificial amateurs, aren’t at all amazing

Analytically, I bumault, animate things

Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat

Buildings are broken, basically I’m bombarding

Casually create catastrophes, casualties

Cancelling 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 height, 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, mbumes

Marvel and move, many mock what I’ve mastered

fine upstanding member of societys 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

Pummelling 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 vanished

? well would a wise wordsmith just

Weaving up words weeded up, I’m a workshift

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, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!