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Intro: method man/johnny

[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 allegiance to the
(maximilli-on, maximilli-on)
(uh, yeah, ahh, uh) johnny
I pledge allegiance to the
(johnny blaze)

Verse one: method man/johnny

I it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking scud missle heat
Johnny blazing, nightmares wes craven
Niggaz gunnin, my eye seen it coming
Before it
You know about them fucking
Kids smashin
Everything huh, in any shape form or
Now everybody bout they blastin, hmmm
Is you bustin steel or is you hmmm
Talkin out asshole
You shoulda learnt the flow and peasy afro
stallion, chinky eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the on my big toe
I keeps it movin, just what the fuck I'm doin
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga
the cardiac arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess me
Crunch a nigga like a nestle, you know my
Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top
The head toucher, party bum rusher
You don't like it dick up in ya ya

(allow me to demonstrate) that's right, you
(the of shaolin) rap motherfuckers
(the special technique) better go back and
(of shadowboxing) your fuckin
(shadowboxing) cause naps ain't nappy enough
And reefs ain't rugged enough

Verse the genius/maximillion

I slayed back in the rec room era
My style motherfuckin backs like ken patera
rap niggaz came loud but unheard
Once I ut, round em off to the nearest third
Check these non visual niggaz, tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, tryin to this corporate
Indsutry, but what niggaz can't see
Must break through the wu, unexpectedly
ya neck, my sword still remain imperial
Before I blast the mic, rza off the serial
We reign all round from june to june
While niggaz immediately if not soon
Set the lynchin, and form the date
As this two thousand slang suffocate
sample through vacumn tubes compressions
Cause rza, to niggaz twenty g's a session

Verse three: man/johnny blaze

When my mind start to clickin, and the
Is mastered the plot thickens, be that wu shit
I don't give a cotten-pickin
About a tryin to size a nigga up, I hold my own
Hard-hat protect dome
Look at mama baby boy actin he grown
No time for sleep, I gets as a baritone
Killa bee, that be holdin down his honeycomb, son
Wu brother number one, protect your
Flying here they come, bloody bastards
Hard times and killer tactics, spittin plus
Semi-automatic slurs, peep the
Novel the genie bottle, hit the clutch
Shift the gear now, full throttle, time to
To the episode, I keeps it grungy
on my nutsac, and spittin lung-ghies
At a wack nigga dat, 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, it down
All and now
Things are getting looking better now

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