Alphabet Aerobics Blackalicious

[Intro]
Now it's time for our rap up
Let's give it everything we've got
Ready? Begin
[Verse]
Artificial amateurs aren't at all
amazing
Analytically, I assault, animate
things

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

Broken barriers bounded by the

bomb beat
Buildings are broken, basically I'm
bombarding

Let me live a long life, lyrically

lesson is learned
Lame louses just lose to my livery

Casually create catastrophes,

casualties
Cancelling cats got their canopies
collapsing

My mind makes marvelous moves,

masses
Marvel and move, many mock what
I've mastered

Detonate a dime of dank daily

doing dough
Demonstrations, Don Dada on the
down low

Niggas nap knowing I'm nice

naturally
Knack, never lack, make noise
nationally

Eating other editors with each and

every
Energetic epileptic episode,
elevated etiquette

Operation, opposition, off, not

optional
Out of sight, out of mind, wide
beaming opticals

Furious fat fabulous fantastic

Flurries of funk felt feeding the
fanatics

Perfected poem, powerful

punchlines
Pummeling petty powder puffs in
my prime

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

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 tuneup
Universal, unique untouched
Unadulterated, the raw uncut
Verb vice lord victorious valid
Violate vibes that are in vain make
em vanished

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 zealots

While I'm all well would a wise

The Element Song Tom Lehrer
There's antimony, arsenic,
aluminum, selenium,
And hydrogen and oxygen and
nitrogen and rhenium
And nickel, neodymium,
neptunium, germanium,
And iron, americium, ruthenium,
uranium,
Europium, zirconium, lutetium,
vanadium
And lanthanum and osmium and
astatine and radium
And gold, protactinium and indium
and gallium
And iodine and thorium and
thulium and thallium.
There's yttrium, ytterbium,
actinium, rubidium
And boron, gadolinium, niobium,
iridium
And strontium and silicon and silver
and samarium,
And bismuth, bromine, lithium,

beryllium and barium.

There's holmium and helium and
hafnium and erbium
And phosphorous and francium and
fluorine and terbium
And manganese and mercury,
molybdenum, magnesium,
Dysprosium and scandium and
cerium and caesium
And lead, praseodymium, and
platinum, plutonium,
Palladium, promethium, potassium,
polonium, and
Tantalum, technetium, titanium,
tellurium,
And cadmium and calcium and
chromium and curium.
There's sulphur, californium and
fermium, berkelium
And also mendelevium,
einsteinium, nobelium

And argon, krypton, neon, radon,

xenon, zinc and rhodium
And chlorine, carbon, cobalt,
copper,
Tungsten, tin and sodium.
These are the only ones of which
the news has come to Harvard,
And there may be many others, but
they haven't been discovered.

Look At Me Now Busta

Rhymes
Ayo Breezy
Let me show you how to keep the
dice rolling
When your doing that thing over
there homie
Let's go!
'Cause I feel like I'm running
And I'm feeling like I gotta get
away, get away, get away
Better know that I don't and I won't
ever stop
'Cause you know I gotta win
everyday day, day, go!
See they don't really wanna pop
me
Just know that you never flop me
And I know that I can be a little
cocky
You ain't never gonna stop me
Every time I come a nigga gotta set
it,
Then I gotta go, and then I gotta
get it
Then I gotta blow,
And then I gotta shudder any little
thing that nigga think he be doing
'Cause it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm

gonna dadadada
Then I'm gonna murder every thing
and anything a badaboom a
badabing
I gotta do a lot of things, to make it
clearer to a couple niggas
That I'm always winning and I gotta
get it again, and again, and again
And I be doing it to death and now I
move a little foul
A nigga better call a ref, and
everybody knows my style
And niggas know I'm the the best
when it come to doing this
And I be banging on my chest,
And I bang in the east, and I'm
banging in the west
And I come to give you more and I
will never give you less
You will hear it in the street or you
can read it in the press
Do you really wanna know what's
next? Let's go
See the way we on and we all up in
the race and you know
We gotta go, don't try to keep up
with the pace
We struggling and hustling and
sending it and getting it
And always gotta take it to another
place
Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it
And I gotta cut all through his
traffic
Just to be at the top of the throne
Better know I gotta have it, have it

Don't Touch Me (Throw Da

Water On 'Em) Busta Rhymes
This is a national security alert
Ground Music, Flip Mode,
Aftermath, here we go

Back with the most venomous rap

It be the godfather of the club
banger let me hear you clap
You can applause and from the
very beginnin'
You can give me a standin' ovation
while I'm bangin' your face in
With another banger I call it the
cliffhanger
Watch me mangle and strangle this
whole rap shit
(Come on)
You could see the way I make 'em
mad sick
From down bottom the way I got
'em give me my cash quick
(Come on)
Log on you better grab onto
somethin'
Because I'm 'bout to shake shit
again and make 'em black bitch
(Come on)
Now you hear the shots ring off
from bitches takin' everything off
Each other got 'em whylin' runnin'
for cover
The King Kong, Big Foot gully with a
scully
Bully of rap still ugly with the
money runnin' the trap
Now they givin' me dap, as far as
I'm concerned in this mu'f**ker
Like how I got 'em now they ready
to snap
-------Now you see the alcohol spillin' and
we got 'em
Hands in the ceilin', you know we
only come to rattle the bulidin'
And break it on down just a little
once again

Knowin' we holdin' the bank so let

me keep the dice rollin'
And keep it traditional the way I
keep my money fallin'
While you slackin' on yo' mackin',
Duke, we always keep it goin'
Right to the left, do it to death, now
watch me
Come through with a chisel that
make the game sizzle
And I, pull out the skillet, prepare
for the cookin'
How I'm whylin' niggas wonderin'
when I'm gonna bring the hook in
Thugs ice grillin' every time they
get to lookin'
Got 'em whylin' overseas all the
way back to go Brooklyn
Now they ready to spaz 'cause we
bring the best to them
Shit that shut it down on the
regular
That's with the fly 80s' nigga that
was whippin' in a Cressida
Fresher than, most of these niggas,
killin' the rest of the
Fellas that was thinkin' that they as
rushin' in and bustin' in
But the way we was doin', we was
musclin' their hustlin'
------You don't really want it my dude
I'm sayin' most my niggas is rude
And when we come we eat a nigga
food
Back to the fact in the matter at
hand
For me to come in control this
whole shit, was only part of the
plan

The other part of the plan is for you

to understand
That nothin' could f**k with the kid,
let me say it again
The Broad Back B, Busta Bus back
to put out the trash
And just for the record, we got it on
smash, now
How the f**k they even got the
audacity
The fire marshall come and try to
talk about capacity
Every time I'm in the spot, I hope
you know it has to be
Extremely packed to shut it down,
you'll probably cause a tragedy
Don't you know that when I'm in
the place I change the mood again
I be whylin' wit raunchy bitches and
a bunch of hooligans
Now don't get it f**ked up just
because I flaunt it
Niggas think that they can test me,
bring it if you really want it
See I be the type to always beat
you to the punch faster
I keep a smile on my face, but carry
the Bushmaster

-----You already know I said it word to

mother
Shit is so hot you niggas think it's
cold in the summer
Shh, calm the noise down let's get
a little quiet
'Cause the neighbors call the police
they know we cause riots
And they know that we'll have
them thinkin' they dancin' with the
devil
When they play the music turn the
volume to the highest level
You got it right
Let's keep the bomb goin' like we lit
a stick of dynamite
Bow you know you need to follow
whenever you hear the God spit
(Aww shit)
You see me nigga back in the
cockpit
Out to gettin' this money I give you
all a stock tip
Perspire by a nigga till you see the
sweat drop drip