Shadowboxin' - GZA, Method Man

Johnny Blaze

I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (What?)

Maximillion, Maximillion, Maximillion

I breaks it down to the bone gristle

Ill speakin' scud missile, heat-seekin'

Johnny Blazin', nightmares like Wes Craven

Niggas gunnin', my third eye seen it comin' before it happened

You know about them fuckin' Staten kids, they smashin'

Everything, huh, in any shape form or fashion

Now everybody talkin' 'bout they blastin', hmm

Is you bustin' steel or is you flashin'?

Hmm

Talkin' out yo' asshole

You should have learnt about the flow and peasy Afro

Ticallion stallion, the 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

Burnin' 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 you, fuck ya

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin (That's right, all you corny-ass

rap motherfuckers)

The special technique of shadowboxing (Better go back and check your fucking

stacks)

Because your naps ain’t nappy enough (Shadowboxing)

And your reach ain’t rugged enough, bitch

Yo, I slayed MCs back in the rec room era

My style broke motherfuckin' backs like Ken Patera

Most rap niggas came loud but unheard

Once I pulled out, round 'em off to the nearest third

Check these non-visual niggas, with tapes and a portrait

Flood the seminar, tryna orbit this corporate

Industry, but what them niggas can’t see

Must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly

Protect ya neck, my sword still remains imperial

Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial

We reign all year 'round from June to June

While niggas bite immediately, if not soon

Set the lynchin', inform the execution date

As this 2000 beyond slang suffocate

Amplify sample through vacuum tubes compressions

Cause RZA to charge niggas twenty G’s a session

When my mind start to clickin'

And the strategy is mastered, the plot thicken

This be that Wu shit

I don’t give a cotton-pickin' fuck

About a brother tryna size a nigga up, I hold my own

Hard-hat, protect the dome

Look at mama’s 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, flyin' 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' lunghies

At a wack nigga that don’t understand the fact

When it come to RZA tracks, I don’t know how to act

Real rap from the Stat', Killa Hill Projects, how to be exact

Break it down, all in together now

Things are gettin' good, lookin' better now

…and some other shit

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin

The special, special, special, special technique of shadowboxing

Shadowboxing

Allow me to demonstrate the—