Intro: man/johnny blaze
technique] fuck 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 one: method blaze
I breaks it to the bone gristle Ill speaking scud missle seeking Johnny blazing, nightmares like wes Niggaz gunnin, my eye seen it coming it happen You know about fucking staten Kids they Everything huh, in any form or fashion Now everybody talking they blastin, hmmm Is you bustin or is you flashin? hmmm Talkin out asshole You shoulda learnt the flow and peasy afro Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot From my to the bunion on my big toe I it movin, know just what the fuck I'm doin Rap insomniac, to catch a nigga snoozing Slip the cardiac arrest me, hip-hop posess me Crunch a nigga like a nestle, you know my Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass cat top pedigree 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) go back and check (of shadowboxing) your stacks (shadowboxing) cause your naps ain't nappy And your reefs ain't rugged
Verse two: the
I slayed back in the rec room era My style broke motherfuckin like ken patera Most rap niggaz came loud but Once I ut, round em off to the nearest third Check these non visual niggaz, with and a portrait Flood the seminar, to orbit this corporate Indsutry, but what them can't see Must break through the wu, unexpectedly Protect ya neck, my still remain imperial Before I the mic, rza scratch off the serial We all year round from june to june While niggaz immediately if not soon Set the lynchin, and the execution date As this two thousand beyond slang sample through vacumn tubes compressions Cause rza, to charge niggaz g's a session
Verse three: man/johnny blaze
When my mind to clickin, and the strategy Is the plot thickens, this be that wu shit I don't give a cotten-pickin About a brother tryin to size a up, I hold my own protect your dome Look at baby boy actin like he grown No time for sleep, I gets as a baritone Killa bee, that be holdin his honeycomb, loungin son Wu brother number one, your neck Flying guillotines here come, bloody bastards Hard times and tactics, spittin words plus Semi-automatic slurs, the graphic Novel from the bottle, hit the clutch Shift the gear now, throttle, time to bungee To the next episode, I it grungy Hand on my nutsac, and spittin 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 hill How to be exact, it down All and now Things are good looking better now
(allow me to demonstrate the of shaolin) (sha-shadowboxing, the technique of shadowboxing) (shadowboxing)