Here’s Daniel Radcliffe singing a very difficult rap song called Alphabet Aerobics by the group Blackalicious

Can you hear all the words? How many of them do you know?

Don’t worry if it’s too difficult, it’s hard for native speakers, too!

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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 canceling cats, got their canopies collapsing
Detonate a dime of dank daily doin’ 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 gettin’ godly in this 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 rise 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 movies, 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 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 vanish Why in my world would a wise wordsmith just Weaving up words, weeded up on my workshift
Xerox my X-radiation holes extra large X-height letters and xylophone tones
Yellow-back, yak mouth, young ones’ yaws yesterday’s lawn yardsale, I yawn
Zig-zag zombies, zooming to the zenith Zero in, zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme zealots[/su_spoiler]