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