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