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Yeah..
Test, test,
the east coast to the west coast, ? battleground ? }
Check test,
{represent everything, is real now..}
strangler

Whether describin facts or by quotes
Cease the bullshit, on volts
Just like watts push the juice amps
Rap runnin troops in camps
Armed with heavy slugs, under rugs, thoughts
No barred, live and unplugged
Trapped on the other side, of electrified, doors
Once in, greeted with thunderstorm
The message the concrete barrier
Launch the vessel, known as the a-1
goin through a cable, who the fuck able
Mix shit, but your turntable unstable
So if the beat smash your eardrum, you heard
Then the two tech' occurs well
straight off the box, rhyme unorthodox
From the isle', where the drinks splash off the rocks

{*walkie talkie interlude*, lady singing*}

The witty unpredictable, outcome
Nigga quick to forfeit, portrait
Analyze the picture, the scripture
the cut from uncut with the sifter
Rap wall designed the best, bricklayers
Names in prints from the best paint sprayers
Unheard of, two-thousand feet deep in the
Surrounded by the most thick massive walls of
a-side wu-banga strangler
Control time in the multi-disc changer
+liquid swords+ and razor sharp leave the tank
On the seas file in rank, ship sank