Intro: method man/johnny
technique] fuck that [special technique of shadowboxing] God (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) johnny I allegiance to the hip-hop (johnny blaze)
Verse one: man/johnny blaze
I breaks it down to the gristle Ill scud missle heat seeking Johnny blazing, like wes craven Niggaz gunnin, my third eye it coming Before it You know about them staten they smashin Everything huh, in any shape form or Now everybody talking they blastin, hmmm Is you bustin steel or is you flashin? out your asshole You shoulda learnt about the and peasy afro stallion, chinky eye and snot 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 catch a snoozing Slip the arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess me Crunch a nigga like a nestle, you my steez Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top 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 of shaolin) rap motherfuckers (the special technique) better go and check (of shadowboxing) your fuckin (shadowboxing) cause your naps nappy enough And your reefs ain't rugged
Verse the genius/maximillion
I slayed mc's in the rec room era My style motherfuckin backs like ken patera Most rap niggaz loud but unheard Once I ut, round em off to the nearest third Check these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a Flood the seminar, tryin to orbit this Indsutry, but what them niggaz see Must break through the wu, unexpectedly Protect ya neck, my sword still imperial I blast the mic, rza scratch off the serial We reign all year round june to june While bite immediately if not soon Set the lynchin, and form the date As this two thousand beyond suffocate Amplify through vacumn tubes compressions Cause rza, to charge niggaz g's a session
three: method man/johnny blaze
When my start to clickin, and the strategy Is mastered the thickens, this be that wu shit I don't give a fuck About a brother tryin to size a nigga up, I my own Hard-hat protect your Look at mama baby boy actin like he No for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone Killa bee, that be holdin down his honeycomb, son Wu number one, protect your neck Flying guillotines they come, bloody bastards Hard and killer tactics, spittin words plus slurs, peep the graphic Novel from the genie bottle, hit the Shift the now, full throttle, time to bungee To the next episode, I it grungy Hand on my nutsac, and spittin At a nigga dat, don't understand the fact When it come to rza I don't know how to act Real rap from the stat, killa hill How to be exact, break it All and now are getting good looking better now
(allow me to the skill of shaolin) (sha-shadowboxing, the special of shadowboxing) (shadowboxing)