Shadowboxin' Lyrics - The Genius Gza

(Special technique) 

Fuck that 

(Special technique of shadowboxin') 

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 

I breaks it down to the bone gristle 

Ill speaking Scud missile heat seeking 

Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven 

Niggaz gunnin', my third eye seen it comin' 

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', hmm 

Is you bustin' steel or is you flashin'? Hmm 

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 snoozin' 

Slip the cardiac arrest me, exorcist hip-hop possess 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 

(Shadowboxin') 

'Cause your naps ain't nappy enough 

And your reefs ain't rugged enough 

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 out, 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 

Industry, 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 vaccum tubes compressions 

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

When my mind start to clickin', and the strategy 

is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit 

I don't give a cotton-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 nut sack 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-shadowboxin', the special technique of shadowboxin') 

(Shadowboxin') 

(Allow me to demonstrate)