Lirik Lagu Shadowboxin' - The Genius & Maximillion F/ Method Man, Johnny Blaze
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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 BlazeI pledge allegiance to the hip-hop(Johnny Blaze) Maximilli-onMaximilli-on
Verse One: Method Man/Johnny Blaze
I breaks it down to the bone gristleIll speaking Scud missle heat seekingJohnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes CravenNiggaz gunnin, my third eye seen it comingBefore it happenYou know about them fucking StatenKids they smashinEverything huh, in any shape form or fashionNow everybody talking bout they blastin, hmmmIs you bustin steel or is you flashin?HmmmTalkin out your assHOLEYou shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy afroTicallion stallion, chinky eye and snot nosedFrom my naps to the bunion on my big toeI keeps it movin, know just what the fuck I'm doinRap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozingSlip the cardiac arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess meCrunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my STEEZburning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigreeThe head toucher, industry party bum rusherYou 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 enoughAnd your reefs ain't rugged enoughBitch
Verse Two: The Genius/Maximillion
I slayed MC's back in the rec room eraMy style broke motherfuckin backs like Ken PateraMost rap niggaz came loud but unheardOnce I pulled ut, round em off to the nearest thirdCheck these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portraitFlood the seminar, tryin to orbit this corporateindsutry, but what them niggaz can't seemust break through like the Wu, unexpectedlyProtect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperialBefore I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serialWe reign all year round from June to JuneWhile niggaz bite immediately if not soonSet the lynchin, and form the execution dateAs this two thousand beyond slang suffocateAmplify sample through vacumn tubes compressionscause RZA, to charge niggaz twenty G's a session
Verse Three: Method Man/Johnny Blaze
When my mind start to clickin, and the strategyis mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shitI don't give a cotten-pickin FUCKabout a brother tryin to size a nigga up, I hold my ownHard-hat protect your domeLook at mama baby boy actin like he grownNo time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritoneKilla bee, that be holdin down his honeycomb, loungin sonWu brother number one, protect your neckFlying guillotines here they come, bloody bastardsHard times and killer tactics, spittin words plussemi-automatic slurs, peep the graphicnovel from the genie bottle, hit the clutchshift the gear now, full throttle, time to bungeeTo the next episode, I keeps it grungyHand on my nutsac, and spittin lung-ghiesAt a wack nigga dat, don't understand the factWhen it come to RZA tra-cks I don't know how to actReal rap from the Stat, killa hill projectsHow to be exact, break it downAll and together nowThings are getting good looking better now
(Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin)(Sha-shadowboxing, the special technique of shadowboxing)(Shadowboxing)
[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 BlazeI pledge allegiance to the hip-hop(Johnny Blaze) Maximilli-onMaximilli-on
Verse One: Method Man/Johnny Blaze
I breaks it down to the bone gristleIll speaking Scud missle heat seekingJohnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes CravenNiggaz gunnin, my third eye seen it comingBefore it happenYou know about them fucking StatenKids they smashinEverything huh, in any shape form or fashionNow everybody talking bout they blastin, hmmmIs you bustin steel or is you flashin?HmmmTalkin out your assHOLEYou shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy afroTicallion stallion, chinky eye and snot nosedFrom my naps to the bunion on my big toeI keeps it movin, know just what the fuck I'm doinRap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozingSlip the cardiac arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess meCrunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my STEEZburning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigreeThe head toucher, industry party bum rusherYou 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 enoughAnd your reefs ain't rugged enoughBitch
Verse Two: The Genius/Maximillion
I slayed MC's back in the rec room eraMy style broke motherfuckin backs like Ken PateraMost rap niggaz came loud but unheardOnce I pulled ut, round em off to the nearest thirdCheck these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portraitFlood the seminar, tryin to orbit this corporateindsutry, but what them niggaz can't seemust break through like the Wu, unexpectedlyProtect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperialBefore I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serialWe reign all year round from June to JuneWhile niggaz bite immediately if not soonSet the lynchin, and form the execution dateAs this two thousand beyond slang suffocateAmplify sample through vacumn tubes compressionscause RZA, to charge niggaz twenty G's a session
Verse Three: Method Man/Johnny Blaze
When my mind start to clickin, and the strategyis mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shitI don't give a cotten-pickin FUCKabout a brother tryin to size a nigga up, I hold my ownHard-hat protect your domeLook at mama baby boy actin like he grownNo time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritoneKilla bee, that be holdin down his honeycomb, loungin sonWu brother number one, protect your neckFlying guillotines here they come, bloody bastardsHard times and killer tactics, spittin words plussemi-automatic slurs, peep the graphicnovel from the genie bottle, hit the clutchshift the gear now, full throttle, time to bungeeTo the next episode, I keeps it grungyHand on my nutsac, and spittin lung-ghiesAt a wack nigga dat, don't understand the factWhen it come to RZA tra-cks I don't know how to actReal rap from the Stat, killa hill projectsHow to be exact, break it downAll and together nowThings are getting good looking better now
(Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin)(Sha-shadowboxing, the special technique of shadowboxing)(Shadowboxing)
