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Intro: method 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) johnny
I pledge to the hip-hop
(johnny blaze)

Verse one: method blaze

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

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

Verse two: the

I mc's back in the rec room era
My style motherfuckin backs like ken patera
Most rap niggaz came but unheard
Once I pulled ut, em off to the nearest third
Check these non visual niggaz, tapes and a portrait
the seminar, tryin to orbit this 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 sample vacumn tubes compressions
Cause rza, to charge niggaz twenty g's a

Verse three: man/johnny blaze

my mind start to clickin, and the strategy
Is mastered the thickens, this be that wu shit
I don't give a cotten-pickin
About a brother tryin to size a nigga up, I my own
Hard-hat your dome
Look at mama baby boy actin he grown
No time for sleep, I gets deep as a
Killa bee, that be holdin his honeycomb, loungin son
Wu brother number one, protect your
Flying guillotines here they come, bloody
Hard times and tactics, spittin words plus
Semi-automatic slurs, 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 nigga dat, don't understand the
it come to rza tra-cks I don't know how to act
Real rap from the stat, killa projects
How to be exact, break it
All and now
are getting good looking better now

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