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Intro: method man/johnny

technique] fuck that
[special technique of shadowboxing] God
(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 to the hip-hop
(johnny blaze)

Verse one: method blaze

I breaks it to the bone gristle
Ill speaking scud missle heat
Johnny blazing, nightmares like wes
Niggaz gunnin, my eye seen it coming
Before it
You know them fucking staten
they smashin
Everything huh, in any form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout they blastin,
Is you bustin steel or is you hmmm
Talkin out asshole
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy
stallion, chinky eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the on my big toe
I keeps it movin, know what the fuck I'm doin
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga
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 toucher, industry party bum rusher
You don't like it up in ya fuck ya

(allow me to demonstrate) right, you corny-ass
(the of shaolin) rap motherfuckers
(the special technique) better go and check
(of shadowboxing) your stacks
(shadowboxing) your naps ain't nappy enough
And your ain't rugged enough

Verse the genius/maximillion

I slayed mc's in the rec room era
My style broke motherfuckin like ken patera
Most rap niggaz came but unheard
Once I pulled ut, em off to the nearest third
these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, to orbit this corporate
Indsutry, but what niggaz can't see
Must break like the wu, unexpectedly
Protect ya neck, my sword remain imperial
Before I blast the mic, rza off the serial
We all year round from june to june
While niggaz immediately if not soon
Set the lynchin, and form the execution
As this two thousand beyond slang
Amplify through vacumn tubes compressions
rza, to charge niggaz twenty g's a session

Verse three: method man/johnny

my mind start to clickin, and the strategy
Is mastered the plot thickens, this be wu shit
I give a cotten-pickin fuck
About a brother tryin to size a 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 down his honeycomb, son
Wu number one, protect your neck
Flying guillotines they come, bloody bastards
times and killer tactics, spittin words plus
Semi-automatic slurs, peep the
from the genie bottle, hit the clutch
Shift the gear now, full throttle, to bungee
To the next episode, I it grungy
Hand on my nutsac, and lung-ghies
At a wack nigga dat, understand the fact
When it to rza tra-cks 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 good looking better now

(allow me to demonstrate the of shaolin)
(sha-shadowboxing, the special of shadowboxing)
(shadowboxing)