Short Stories/Song Lyrics

79 - Alphabet Aerobics

Nσɯ ιƚ'ʂ ƚιɱҽ ϝσɾ συɾ ɯɾαρ υρ. Lҽƚ'ʂ ɠιʋҽ ιƚ ҽʋҽɾყƚԋιɳɠ ɯҽ'ʋҽ ɠσƚ. Rҽαԃყ? Bҽɠιɳ.

~A~

Artificial amateurs aren't at all amazing. Analytically, I assault and animate things.

~B~

Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat. Buildings are broken. Basically I'm bombarding.

~C~

Casually create catastrophes and casualties. Canceling cats got their canopies collapsing.

~D~

Detonate a dime of dank daily doin' dough. Demonstrations like Don Dada on the down low.

~E~

Eating other editors with each and every energetic epileptic episode and elevated etiquette.

~F~

Furious, fat, fabulous, fantastic---flurries of funk felt, feeding the fanatics.

~G~

Gift got great, global goods gone glorious. Gettin' godly in this game with the goriest.

~H~

Hit 'em high, hella hype, historical. Hey holocaust hymns, hear 'em holler at your homeboy.

~I~

Imitators idolize, I intimidate. In an instant, I'll rise in an irate state.

~J~

Juiced on my jams like Jheri curls jocking joints. Justly, it's just me, writing my journals.

~K~

Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on karate kick type Brits in my kingdom.

~L~

Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is learned. Lame louses just lose to my livery.

~M~

My mind makes marvelous moves. Masses marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered.

~N~

Niggas nap knowing I'm nice, naturally. Knack, never lack, make noise nationally.

~O~

Operation, opposition, off, not optional. Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals.

~P~

Perfected poem, powerful punchlines pummeling petty powder puffs in my prime

~Q~

Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quantum. Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got.

~R~

Really raw raps are risin' up rapidly and riding the rushing radioactivity.

~S~

Super scientifically sound search sought silencing super fire saps that are soft.

~T~

Tales ten times talented, too tough. Take that, challengers! Get a tune up!

~U~

Universal, unique, untouched, unadulterated, the raw uncut.

~V~

Verb vice lord victorious valid. Violate vibes that are vain make 'em vanish.

~W~

While I'm all well would a wise wordsmith just weaving up words, weeded up on my workshift.

~X~

Xerox my X-Radiation holes extra large x-height letters and xylophone tones.

~Y~

Yellow-black, yak mouth, young ones' yaws. Yesterday's lawn yard sale, I yawn.

~Z~

Zig-zag zombies zoomin' to the zenith. Zero in, Zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme. Zealots!

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//word count: 394 words