Gradient - It Takes Alliteration of Millions to Hold Us Back lyrics

[Verse 1 (A-H): Gradient] Alright, I'm alphabetically attacking any actors Authentic a**onance is always what I'm after Bragging bodaciously, battling ba*tards Need balance? Better buy a bigger bundle of bannisters Caucasian canister of conquered colonies I'll calmly copy Carlin for the cold-hearted comedy Diligently dominate dingy daft dentists But didn't dare daydream of dissing Degeneres Ellen is elementarily elevating elephants Every edge ending even and eloquent Forging fan fiction for federal fantasies Fourty-fourth president facing forced fallacies Going green gallantly, with gratitude gone Gradient getting grimy, grabbing glue guns Holding hospitals for hostage and hiding bright hues Happily hyping up the highest truth and writing haikus Bet you can't follow that Whatcha got, Brian? [Verse 2 (I-P): Brian Steveson] I imitate, I idolize, infiltrate with idle eyes Investigate ideas my inspired mind has improvised Jazzin up the jingle, just jaunty like I'm Jabberjaw Jungle juice, jokin', Jack's jumpin' like in Jagger's song Kickin' your keister through your khakis, kid's keepin' it co*ky Kinda kinky, k** ‘em with kindness, (vroom vroom!) Kawasaki Levitated Lincoln Logs, left for lunch lickety-split Locked and loaded limbo game, lost by a little bit Mighty Morphin movie major, merry melodic Mexican Meticulously mustering music is my method, man Narcissistic novelties, never the noblest nut you knew Neo-noir, near and far, Nutcracker's Netflix queue Operating ocarina, onomatopoetic ogre Oozing oldies out the orifice till it's over Part of the problem, I panic and ponder, caught in a pickle, life is plain But I pick up the pace, pack the punch, prepare myself and push the pain Aww, puns! I could have said puns! That's like my thing! Hey Thomas, can I try that again? [Verse 3 (Q-Z): Gradient] Questioning the quantified, qualified to quake Quirky queens quarrel on a quest to quaternate Rushed like I'm Romo, riding Rivers like Cuomo Rhyming rhetorical ready to rage, read it on Reddit and rocked the race Stop the stage, somebody's sinning and socked a sage, steadily spitting A similar syllable selling a salmon and salad until she swapped and saved Twenty-two terrible teenagers trampling a tote Takin' a timid approach to eating tons of Texas toast A unicorn's uniform is usually untestable Veterinarian vetting a vermin to verily eat your vegetables Vulpix, Will-o-Wisp, wordy with a willingness To work the wickedest walkway and watch you waive your will to this Xenophobic xylitol Xerox the xylophone… Xenon… uhh… I don't know They used to yell “yuck!” Now they're yelling, “Yay! You win!” Zeroed in, I'm zany in the zone, you can zoom in