When The Fat Lady Sings — текст песни (Dj Muggs)

[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*}