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[GZA] Yeah.. |
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Test, test, yeah { |
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From the East coast to the |
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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 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 |
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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 |
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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 {*walkie talkie interlude*, *fat lady singing*} [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 |
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A-side Wu- |
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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 on the seas file in eighth rank, ship sank {*walkie talkie*, *fat lady singing*} |
