Shadowboxin` Lyrics

Shadowboxin` lyrics

Intro: Method Man/Johnny Blaze

 

 [special technique] Fuck that

 [special technique of shadowboxing] 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

 

 Verse One: Method Man/Johnny Blaze

 

 I breaks it down to the bone gristle

 Ill speaking Scud missle heat seeking

 Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven

 Niggaz gunnin, my third eye seen it coming

 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, hmmm

 Is you bustin steel or is you flashin? Hmmm

 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 snoozing

 Slip the cardiac arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess 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

 (Shadowboxing) Cause your naps ain't nappy enough

 And your reefs ain't rugged enough

 Bitch

 

 Verse Two: The Genius/Maximillion

 

 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 ut, 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

 indsutry, 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 vacumn tubes compressions

 cause RZA, to charge niggaz twenty G's a session

 

 Verse Three: Method Man/Johnny Blaze

 

 When my mind start to clickin, and the strategy

 is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit

 I don't give a cotten-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 nutsac, 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-shadowboxing, the special technique of shadowboxing)

 (Shadowboxing)