Shadowboxin'

[Intro: Method Man] Special technique- (Nigga, fuck that) Spe-special technique of shadowboxin' (Goddamn) The GZA, uh, goddamn (Uh, the GZA) Pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (Uh, goddamn, the Method, uh) I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop, allegiance to the hip-hop (Goddamn, Maximillion, Maximillion, uh) Yeah, yeah (Uh) Johnny Blaze I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (What?) Maximillion, Maximillion, Maximillion [Verse 1: Method Man] 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 [Interlude: Method Man] 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 [Verse 2: GZA] 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 [Verse 3: Method Man] 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 [Outro] Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin The special, special, special, special technique of shadowboxing Shadowboxing Allow me to demonstrate the—