(Special technique)
Fuck that
(Special technique of shadowboxin')
God damn
(The GZA, god damn)
(The GZA, god damn)
Pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
(Method, god damn)
I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
(Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on)
(Uh, yeah, ahh, uh)
Johnny Blaze
I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
(Johnny Blaze)
Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on
I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud missile heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
Niggaz gunnin', my third eye seen it comin'
Before it happen
You know about them fucking Staten
Kids they smashin'
Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout they blastin', hmm
Is you bustin' steel or is you flashin'? Hmm
Talkin' out your asshole
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy Afro
Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the bunion on my big toe
I keeps it movin', know just what the fuck I'm doin'
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozin'
Slip the cardiac arrest me, exorcist hip-hop possess me
Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my steez
Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party bum rusher
You don't like it dick up in ya fuck ya
(Allow me to demonstrate)
That's right, you corny-ass
(The skill of Shaolin)
Rap motherfuckers
(The special technique)
Better go back and check
(Of shadowboxing)
Your fuckin' stacks
(Shadowboxin')
'Cause your naps ain't nappy enough
And your reefs ain't rugged enough
I slayed MC's back in the rec room era
My style broke motherfuckin' backs like Ken Patera
Most rap niggaz came loud but unheard
Once I pulled out, round em off to the nearest third
Check these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, tryin' to orbit this corporate
Industry, but what them niggaz can't see
Must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly
Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial
Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
We reign all year round from June to June
While niggaz bite immediately if not soon
Set the lynchin', and form the execution date
As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate
Amplify sample through vaccum tubes compressions
'Cause RZA, to charge niggaz twenty G's a session
When my mind start to clickin', and the strategy
is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit
I don't give a cotton-pickin', fuck
About a brother tryin' to size a nigga up, I hold my own
Hard-hat protect your dome
Look at mama baby boy actin' like he grown
No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone
Killa bee, that be holdin' down his honeycomb, loungin' son
Wu brother number one, protect your neck
Flying guillotines here they come, bloody bastards
Hard times and killer tactics, spittin' words plus
Semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic
Novel from the genie bottle, hit the clutch
Shift the gear now, full throttle, time to bungee
To the next episode, I keeps it grungy
Hand on my nut sack and spittin' lung-ghies
At a wack nigga dat, don't understand the fact
When it come to RZA tra-cks I don't know how to act
Real rap from the Stat, killa hill projects
How to be exact, break it down, all and together now
Things are getting good looking better now
(Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin)
(Sha-shadowboxin', the special technique of shadowboxin')
(Shadowboxin')
(Allow me to demonstrate)
Fuck that
(Special technique of shadowboxin')
God damn
(The GZA, god damn)
(The GZA, god damn)
Pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
(Method, god damn)
I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
(Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on)
(Uh, yeah, ahh, uh)
Johnny Blaze
I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
(Johnny Blaze)
Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on
I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud missile heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
Niggaz gunnin', my third eye seen it comin'
Before it happen
You know about them fucking Staten
Kids they smashin'
Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout they blastin', hmm
Is you bustin' steel or is you flashin'? Hmm
Talkin' out your asshole
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy Afro
Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the bunion on my big toe
I keeps it movin', know just what the fuck I'm doin'
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozin'
Slip the cardiac arrest me, exorcist hip-hop possess me
Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my steez
Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party bum rusher
You don't like it dick up in ya fuck ya
(Allow me to demonstrate)
That's right, you corny-ass
(The skill of Shaolin)
Rap motherfuckers
(The special technique)
Better go back and check
(Of shadowboxing)
Your fuckin' stacks
(Shadowboxin')
'Cause your naps ain't nappy enough
And your reefs ain't rugged enough
I slayed MC's back in the rec room era
My style broke motherfuckin' backs like Ken Patera
Most rap niggaz came loud but unheard
Once I pulled out, round em off to the nearest third
Check these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, tryin' to orbit this corporate
Industry, but what them niggaz can't see
Must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly
Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial
Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
We reign all year round from June to June
While niggaz bite immediately if not soon
Set the lynchin', and form the execution date
As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate
Amplify sample through vaccum tubes compressions
'Cause RZA, to charge niggaz twenty G's a session
When my mind start to clickin', and the strategy
is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit
I don't give a cotton-pickin', fuck
About a brother tryin' to size a nigga up, I hold my own
Hard-hat protect your dome
Look at mama baby boy actin' like he grown
No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone
Killa bee, that be holdin' down his honeycomb, loungin' son
Wu brother number one, protect your neck
Flying guillotines here they come, bloody bastards
Hard times and killer tactics, spittin' words plus
Semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic
Novel from the genie bottle, hit the clutch
Shift the gear now, full throttle, time to bungee
To the next episode, I keeps it grungy
Hand on my nut sack and spittin' lung-ghies
At a wack nigga dat, don't understand the fact
When it come to RZA tra-cks I don't know how to act
Real rap from the Stat, killa hill projects
How to be exact, break it down, all and together now
Things are getting good looking better now
(Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin)
(Sha-shadowboxin', the special technique of shadowboxin')
(Shadowboxin')
(Allow me to demonstrate)
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