When the Fat Lady Sings

[Intro: GZA] Yeah... Test, test, yeah... From the East coast to the West coast Millennium battleground – strap up Check, test, yeah Represent everything, everything is real now... Revelations is here Wu-Banga strangler [Verse 1: GZA] Whether describing facts, or interrupted by quotes Cease the bullshit, with live volts Just like watts push the juice through amps Rap generals, run the 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 going through a cable, who the fuck able? Mix this shit, put your turntable unstable So if the beat smash your eardrum, you heard well Then the tube tech equalize the currents well Beats straight off the box, rhyme unorthodox From the Isle, where the drinks splash straight off the rocks [Chorus] {*walkie talkie interlude*} {*fat lady singing*} [Verse 2: GZA] The Witty Unpredictable, outcome critical Nigga quick to forfeit, portrait visual Analyze the picture, memorize the scripture Separate 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 lead the tank On the sea, file in eighth rank, ships sank [Chorus] {*walkie talkie interlude*} {*fat lady singing*}