Dj muggs when the fat lady sings lyrics

[gza]

 Yeah..

 Test, test, yeah

 {from the east coast to the west coast, ? battleground ?}

 Check test, yeah

 {represent everything, everything is real now..}

 Wu-banga strangler

 

 Whether describin facts or interrupted by quotes

 Cease the bullshit, rely on volts

 Just like watts push the juice through amps

 Rap generals runnin troops in camps

 Armed with heavy slugs, under rugs, thoughts bugged

 No holds barred, live and unplugged

 Trapped on the other side, of electrified, steel doors

 Once in, greeted with thunderstorm applause

 The message breaks the concrete barrier

 Launch the vessel, known as the a-1 carrier

 Sound goin through a cable, who the fuck able

 Mix this shit, but your turntable unstable

 So if the beat smash your eardrum, you heard well

 Then the two tech' equalize occurs well

 Beats straight off the box, rhyme unorthodox

 From the isle', where the drinks splash straight off the rocks

 

 {*walkie talkie interlude*, *fat lady singing*}

 

 [gza]

 The witty unpredictable, outcome critical

 Nigga quick to forfeit, portrait visual

 Analyze the picture, memorize the scripture

 Seperate the cut from uncut with the sifter

 Rap wall designed from the best, bricklayers

 Names tagged in prints from the best paint sprayers

 Unheard of, two-thousand feet deep in the planet

 Surrounded by the most thick massive walls of granite

 Certified a-side wu-banga strangler

 Control slide time in the multi-disc changer

 +liquid swords+ and razor sharp shanks leave the tank

 On the seas file in eighth rank, ship sank

 

 {*walkie talkie*, *fat lady singing*}