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Intro: man/johnny blaze

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

Verse one: man/johnny blaze

I breaks it to the bone gristle
Ill speaking missle heat seeking
blazing, nightmares like wes craven
Niggaz gunnin, my third eye it coming
Before it
You know them fucking staten
they smashin
Everything huh, in any form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout blastin, hmmm
Is you bustin steel or is you hmmm
Talkin out asshole
You shoulda learnt about the flow and afro
Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and nosed
From my naps to the on my big toe
I keeps it movin, know just the fuck I'm doin
Rap insomniac, fiend to a nigga snoozing
Slip the cardiac arrest me, excorcist posess me
a nigga like a nestle, you know my steez
Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass cat top pedigree
The toucher, industry party bum rusher
You don't like it up in ya fuck ya

(allow me to demonstrate) that's right, you
(the skill of shaolin) rap
(the special technique) go back and check
(of shadowboxing) your stacks
(shadowboxing) your naps ain't nappy enough
And your reefs ain't enough

Verse the genius/maximillion

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

Verse method man/johnny blaze

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

(allow me to the skill of shaolin)
(sha-shadowboxing, the technique of shadowboxing)
(shadowboxing)