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Intro: man/johnny blaze

[special fuck that
[special of shadowboxing] God damn
(the gza, God damn!)
(the gza, God damn!) pledge to the hip-hop!
(method, God damn!) I allegiance to the hip-hop
(maximilli-on, maximilli-on)
(uh, yeah, ahh, uh) johnny
I pledge to the hip-hop
(johnny blaze)

Verse one: method man/johnny

I breaks it down to the gristle
Ill speaking scud heat seeking
Johnny blazing, like wes craven
Niggaz gunnin, my eye seen it coming
Before it
You know about them staten
Kids they
Everything huh, in any form or fashion
Now everybody bout they blastin, hmmm
Is you bustin steel or is you flashin?
Talkin out asshole
You learnt about the flow and peasy afro
Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot
From my naps to the on my big toe
I keeps it movin, know just the fuck I'm doin
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a snoozing
Slip the cardiac me, excorcist hip-hop posess me
a nigga like a nestle, you know my steez
Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass cat top pedigree
The head toucher, party bum rusher
You don't it dick up in ya fuck ya

(allow me to demonstrate) right, you corny-ass
(the of shaolin) rap motherfuckers
(the special technique) better go back and
(of shadowboxing) your fuckin
(shadowboxing) cause naps ain't nappy enough
And your reefs rugged enough

Verse two: the

I mc's back in the rec room era
My style broke motherfuckin backs like ken
Most rap came loud but unheard
Once I pulled ut, round em off to the nearest
Check non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, tryin to orbit corporate
Indsutry, but them niggaz can't see
Must through like the wu, unexpectedly
ya neck, my sword still remain imperial
Before I the mic, rza scratch off the serial
We reign all year round june to june
niggaz bite immediately if not soon
Set the lynchin, and the execution date
As this two thousand slang suffocate
Amplify sample through vacumn tubes
Cause rza, to niggaz twenty g's a session

Verse three: method blaze

my mind start to clickin, and the strategy
Is mastered the thickens, this be that wu shit
I don't a cotten-pickin fuck
a brother tryin to size a nigga up, I hold my own
Hard-hat protect dome
at mama baby boy actin like he grown
No time for sleep, I gets as a baritone
bee, that be holdin down his honeycomb, loungin son
Wu brother number one, your neck
Flying guillotines here they come, bastards
Hard times and killer tactics, spittin words
Semi-automatic slurs, the graphic
Novel the genie bottle, hit the clutch
the gear now, full throttle, time to bungee
To the episode, I keeps it grungy
on my nutsac, and spittin lung-ghies
At a wack nigga dat, don't understand the
When it to rza tra-cks I don't know how to act
Real rap from the stat, hill projects
How to be exact, break it
All and now
Things are good looking better now

(allow me to demonstrate the of shaolin)
(sha-shadowboxing, the special of shadowboxing)
(shadowboxing)