Intro: method blaze
[special technique] fuck [special technique of shadowboxing] God (the gza, God damn!) (the gza, God damn!) allegiance 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 to the bone gristle Ill scud missle heat seeking Johnny blazing, nightmares wes craven Niggaz gunnin, my third eye it coming it happen You about them fucking staten Kids they Everything huh, in any shape or fashion Now everybody talking bout they blastin, Is you bustin or is you flashin? hmmm Talkin out your You shoulda about the flow and peasy afro stallion, chinky eye and snot nosed From my 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 arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess me Crunch a nigga a nestle, you know my steez Burning to the degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree The head toucher, industry party bum You like it dick 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) cause your naps ain't enough And your reefs rugged enough
Verse two: the
I mc's back in the rec room era My style broke motherfuckin like ken patera Most rap came loud but unheard Once I ut, round em off to the nearest third Check these non visual niggaz, with and a portrait the seminar, tryin to orbit this corporate Indsutry, but what niggaz can't see Must break through the wu, unexpectedly ya neck, my sword still remain imperial Before I the mic, rza scratch off the serial We reign all year round from to june While bite immediately if not soon Set the lynchin, and form the execution As this two thousand beyond slang Amplify sample through tubes compressions Cause rza, to charge niggaz g's a session
Verse three: method man/johnny
my mind start to clickin, and the strategy Is the plot thickens, this be that wu shit I give a cotten-pickin fuck About a brother tryin to size a up, I hold my own Hard-hat protect dome Look at baby boy actin like he grown No time for sleep, I gets as a baritone Killa bee, be holdin down his honeycomb, loungin son Wu brother number one, protect your Flying here they come, bloody 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 it grungy on my nutsac, and spittin lung-ghies At a wack dat, don't understand the fact When it come to rza I don't know how to act Real rap the stat, killa hill projects How to be exact, break it All and now Things are getting looking better now
(allow me to the skill of shaolin) (sha-shadowboxing, the technique of shadowboxing) (shadowboxing)