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Intro: method 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 pledge to the hip-hop
(maximilli-on, maximilli-on)
(uh, yeah, ahh, uh) johnny
I pledge allegiance to the
(johnny blaze)

Verse one: method blaze

I it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking scud missle heat
Johnny blazing, nightmares like wes
Niggaz gunnin, my eye seen it coming
it happen
You know them fucking staten
they smashin
Everything huh, in any form or fashion
Now talking bout they blastin, hmmm
Is you bustin steel or is you hmmm
out your asshole
You shoulda about the flow and peasy afro
Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and nosed
my naps to the bunion on my big toe
I keeps it movin, know what the fuck I'm doin
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga
Slip the arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess me
Crunch a nigga like a nestle, you my steez
Burning to the degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party bum
You don't like it up in ya fuck ya

(allow me to demonstrate) right, you corny-ass
(the skill of shaolin) rap
(the special technique) better go back and
(of shadowboxing) your stacks
(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 broke motherfuckin backs like ken patera
Most rap niggaz loud but unheard
Once I pulled ut, round em off to the third
Check non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, tryin to orbit corporate
Indsutry, but them niggaz can't see
Must break like the wu, unexpectedly
Protect ya neck, my sword still imperial
I blast the mic, rza scratch off the serial
We reign all year round from to june
While niggaz immediately if not soon
Set the lynchin, and the execution date
As this two thousand beyond slang
Amplify sample through vacumn tubes
Cause rza, to charge niggaz g's a session

Verse three: man/johnny blaze

When my start to clickin, and the strategy
Is the plot thickens, this be that wu shit
I give a cotten-pickin fuck
a brother tryin to size a nigga up, I hold my own
Hard-hat protect your
Look at mama baby boy actin he grown
No time for sleep, I gets deep as a
Killa bee, that be holdin down his honeycomb, son
Wu brother one, protect your neck
Flying guillotines here come, bloody bastards
Hard times and tactics, spittin words plus
Semi-automatic slurs, peep the
Novel from the bottle, hit the clutch
Shift the gear now, throttle, time to bungee
To the episode, I keeps it grungy
Hand on my nutsac, and lung-ghies
At a wack nigga dat, don't the fact
When it come to rza I don't know how to act
Real rap from the stat, killa 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 special of shadowboxing)
(shadowboxing)