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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
the bullshit, rely on volts
Just like push the juice through amps
Rap generals troops in camps
Armed with heavy slugs, under rugs, bugged
No holds barred, and unplugged
Trapped on the other side, of electrified, doors
in, greeted with thunderstorm applause
The breaks the concrete barrier
the vessel, known as the a-1 carrier
Sound goin through a cable, who the fuck
Mix shit, but your turntable unstable
So if the beat smash your eardrum, you heard
Then the two tech' equalize well
Beats off the box, rhyme unorthodox
From the isle', where the drinks splash off the rocks

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

The unpredictable, outcome critical
Nigga quick to forfeit, visual
Analyze the picture, memorize the
Seperate the cut from uncut with the
Rap designed from the best, bricklayers
tagged in prints from the best paint sprayers
Unheard of, two-thousand feet deep in the
by the most thick massive walls of granite
Certified a-side strangler
Control slide time in the multi-disc
+liquid swords+ and sharp shanks leave the tank
On the seas in eighth rank, ship sank