Intro: man/johnny blaze
[special technique] that [special of shadowboxing] God damn (the gza, God damn!) (the gza, God damn!) allegiance to the hip-hop! (method, God damn!) I pledge to the hip-hop (maximilli-on, maximilli-on) (uh, yeah, ahh, uh) blaze I pledge allegiance to the (johnny blaze)
Verse method man/johnny blaze
I breaks it to the bone gristle Ill speaking missle heat seeking Johnny blazing, nightmares wes craven gunnin, my third eye seen it coming Before it You know about them staten Kids they Everything huh, in any shape or fashion Now everybody bout they blastin, hmmm Is you bustin steel or is you flashin? Talkin out your You shoulda learnt the flow and peasy afro Ticallion stallion, eye and snot nosed my naps to the bunion on my big toe I keeps it movin, just what the fuck I'm doin Rap insomniac, to catch a nigga snoozing Slip the cardiac arrest me, excorcist hip-hop me Crunch a nigga a nestle, you know my steez Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top The head toucher, industry bum rusher You don't like it dick up in ya ya
(allow me to demonstrate) that's right, you (the skill of shaolin) rap (the special technique) better go back and (of shadowboxing) fuckin stacks (shadowboxing) cause naps ain't nappy enough And reefs ain't rugged enough
Verse the genius/maximillion
I mc's back in the rec room era My style motherfuckin backs like ken patera Most rap niggaz came loud but Once I pulled ut, em off to the nearest third Check these non niggaz, with tapes and a portrait Flood the seminar, tryin to orbit corporate Indsutry, but what niggaz can't see break through like the wu, unexpectedly Protect ya neck, my sword still remain Before I the mic, rza scratch off the serial We all year round from june to june While niggaz bite immediately if not Set the lynchin, and form the execution As this two thousand slang suffocate Amplify through vacumn tubes compressions Cause rza, to charge niggaz twenty g's a
Verse three: man/johnny blaze
When my mind to clickin, and the strategy Is mastered the plot thickens, this be wu shit I don't a cotten-pickin fuck About a brother tryin to a nigga up, I hold my own protect your dome Look at mama baby boy actin he grown No time for sleep, I gets as a baritone Killa bee, that be holdin his honeycomb, loungin son Wu brother number one, protect your Flying guillotines here they come, bastards Hard times and killer tactics, spittin plus slurs, peep the graphic Novel from the bottle, hit the clutch Shift the gear now, full throttle, to bungee To the next episode, I keeps it Hand on my nutsac, and spittin At a nigga dat, don't understand the fact When it to rza tra-cks 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 good looking better now
(allow me to the skill of shaolin) (sha-shadowboxing, the technique of shadowboxing) (shadowboxing)