(bombs exploding) ♪ Special technique ♪ ♪ (record scratches) that ♪ ♪ Special technique
of shadowboxing ♪ ♪ God (record scratches) ♪ ♪ Pledge allegiance
to the hip hop ♪ ♪ (record scratches)
Shadowboxing ♪ ♪ Maximillion, Maximillion ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah, Johnny Blaze ♪ ♪ I pledge allegiance
to the hip hop ♪ ♪ Maximillion,
Maximillion, Maximillion ♪ ♪ I breaks it down
to the bone gristle ♪ ♪ Ill-speaking scud
missile, heat-seeking ♪ ♪ Johnny Blazing,
nightmares like Wes Craven ♪ ♪ (gun shoots) gunning ♪ ♪ My third eye seen it
coming before it happen ♪ ♪ You know about them
(gun shoots) Staten kids ♪ ♪ They smashing everything huh
in any shape form or fashion ♪ ♪ Now everybody talking
'bout they blasting, hm ♪ ♪ Is you busting steel
or is you flashing, hm ♪ ♪ Talking out your ass
(record scratches) ♪ ♪ You should have 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 moving ♪ ♪ Know just what the (record
scratches) I'm doing ♪ ♪ Rap insomniac, fiend
to catch a snoozing ♪ ♪ Slip the cardiac, arrest me ♪ ♪ Exorcist, hip hop possess me ♪ ♪ Crunch a (guitar
chord) 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 (record
scratches) up in ya ♪ ♪ (record scratches) ya ♪ ♪ That's right, you corny ass
rap mother (record scratches) ♪ ♪ Better go back and
check your stack ♪ ♪ Because your naps
ain't nappy enough ♪ ♪ And your beats ain't
rugged enough, bitch ♪ ♪ Yo, I slayed MCs back
in the rec room era ♪ ♪ My style broke mother
(record scratches) backs ♪ ♪ Like Ken Patera ♪ ♪ Most rap (record scratches)
came loud but unheard ♪ ♪ Once I pulled out, round
them off to the nearest third ♪ ♪ Check these non-visual
(record scratches) ♪ ♪ With tapes and a portrait ♪ ♪ Flood the seminar trying
to orbit this corporate ♪ ♪ Industry, but what them
(record scratches) 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 (record scratches)
bite immediately, if not soon ♪ ♪ Set the lynching and
form the execution date ♪ ♪ As this two thousand
beyond slang suffocate ♪ ♪ Amplify sample through
vacuum tubes compressions ♪ ♪ Cause RZA to charge
20 G's a session ♪ (bombs exploding) (helicopter whirring) ♪ The only man a ho wait for ♪ ♪ Is the sky-blue Bally
kid, in '83 rocked Taylors ♪ ♪ My Memorex performed tape
decks, my own phone sex ♪ ♪ Watch out for Haiti (horn
blows), I heard they throw hex ♪ ♪ Yo, Wu whole platoon
is filled with raccoons ♪ ♪ Corner sitting, wine
sipping Apple Boone ♪ ♪ This ain't no white cartoon ♪ ♪ 'Cause I be ducking
crazy spades ♪ ♪ The kid hold white like
blacks rock ashy legs ♪ ♪ Why is the sky blue?
Why is water wet? ♪ ♪ Why did Judas rat to
Romans while Jesus slept? ♪ ♪ Stand up, you're out of
luck like two dogs stuck ♪ ♪ Ironman be sipping rum out
of Stanley Cups, unflammable ♪ ♪ Noriega, aiming nozzles
stay windy in Chicago ♪ ♪ Spine-tingle, mind boggles ♪ ♪ Kangols in rainbow colors,
promoters try to hold dough ♪ ♪ Give me mine before Po
wrap you up in so-and-so ♪ ♪ I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine the
Great, Henry the 8th ♪ ♪ Built with Genghis Khan,
the red suede Wally Don ♪ ♪ I judge wisely as if
nothing ever surprise me ♪ ♪ Loungin' between
two pillars of ivory ♪ ♪ I'm lively ♪ ♪ My dome piece is like
buildin' stones in Greece ♪ ♪ My poems are deep from
ancient thrones I speak ♪ ♪ I'm overwhelmed, as my
mind roams the realm ♪ ♪ My eye's the vision,
memory is the film ♪ ♪ Others act sub-tile, but
they fragile above clouds ♪ ♪ They act wild and
couldn't budge a crowd ♪ ♪ No matter how loud they get,
though they growl and spit ♪ ♪ Clutch they fists and
throw up signs like a Crip ♪ ♪ And throw all types of fits ♪ ♪ I leave 'em split, like
(bomb explodes) and ragged ♪ ♪ Camouflage chameleon,
ninjas scaling your building ♪ ♪ No time to grab the gun ♪ ♪ They already got your
wife and children ♪ ♪ A hit was sent
from the President to
rage your residence ♪ ♪ Because you had secret
evidence and documents ♪ ♪ On how they raped
the continents ♪ ♪ And it's the prominent
dominant Islamic ♪ ♪ Asiatic black Hebrew, the
year two thousand and two ♪ ♪ The battle's
filled with the Wu ♪ ♪ Six million devils just
died from the Bubonic Flu ♪ ♪ Or the Ebola Virus, under
the reign of King Cyrus ♪ ♪ You can see the weakness of
a man right through his iris ♪ ♪ Unloyal snakes get thrown
in boiling lakes of hot oil ♪ ♪ It boils your skin ♪ ♪ Chickenheads gettin'
slim like Olive Oyl ♪ ♪ Only plant the seed
deep inside fertile soil ♪ ♪ Fortified with essential
vitamin and minerals ♪ ♪ Use the sky for a blanket ♪ ♪ Stuffin' clouds
inside my pillow ♪ ♪ Rollin with the
lambs, 12 tribes ♪ ♪ A hundred and forty
four thousand chosen ♪ ♪ Protons Electrons
Always Cause Explosions ♪ ♪ (helicopter whirring) ♪
