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- [Voiceover] Now it's time for our wrap up.

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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 I 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 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, 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, 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

♫ While I'm all well would a wise wordsmith

♫ Just weaving up words weeded up on a work shift

♫ Xerox, my X-radiation holes extra large

♫ X-height letters and xylophone tones

♫ Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws

♫ Yesterday's lawn yards sell I yawn

♫ Zig zag zombies, zoomin' to the zenith

♫ Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme Zea-lots ♫

(laughing) Good, can you say it faster?

♫ They forced us into unknown lands of exile

♫ They pillaged, raped and left us all for dead

♫ So now I'm far more liberal with a weapon

♫ When I separate their bodies from their heads ♫

- Wait, what?

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