[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*}
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