[GZA]
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Yeah..
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Test, test, yeah
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{From the East coast to the West coast, ? battleground ?}
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Check test, yeah
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{Represent everything, everything is real now..}
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Wu-Banga strangler
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Whether describin facts or interrupted by quotes
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Cease the bullshit, rely on volts
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just like watts push the juice through amps
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Rap generals runnin troops in camps
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Armed with heavy slugs, under rugs, thoughts bugged
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No holds barred, live and unplugged
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Trapped on the other side, of electrified, steel doors
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Once in, greeted with thunderstorm applause
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The message breaks the concrete barrier
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Launch the vessel, known as the A-1 carrier
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Sound goin through a cable, who the fuck able
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Mix this shit, but your turntable unstable
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So if the beat smash your eardrum, you heard well
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Then the two Tech' equalize occurs well
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Beats straight off the box, rhyme unorthodox
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From the Isle', where the drinks splash straight off the rocks
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{*walkie talkie interlude*, *fat lady singing*}
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[GZA]
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The witty unpredictable, outcome critical
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Nigga quick to forfeit, portrait visual
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Analyze the picture, memorize the scripture
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Seperate the cut from uncut with the sifter
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Rap wall designed from the best, bricklayers
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Names tagged in prints from the best paint sprayers
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Unheard of, two-thousand feet deep in the planet
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Surrounded by the most thick massive walls of granite
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Certified A-side Wu-Banga strangler
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Control slide time in the multi-disc changer
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+Liquid Swords+ and razor sharp shanks leave the tank
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on the seas file in eighth rank, ship sank
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{*walkie talkie*, *fat lady singing*}
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When the Fat Lady Sings
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DJ Muggs |