作词 : Lucas McFadden

作曲 : Lucas McFadden

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

Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing

Detonate a dime of dank daily doing 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

Getting 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 an instant, I'll arise 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

****** 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 Quantum

Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh

Really raw raps, rising 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, I'm a workshift

Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large

X-height letters, and xylophone tones

Yellow back, yak mouth, young one's yaws

Yesterday's lawn yard sale, I yawn

Zig-zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith

Zero in Zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme z